Clutching to our childhood dreams
Were herded threw our life
Brief glimpses of childhood things
Come haunt us as we cry.
Trapped bitween the blade and sleep
By day we're strong and brave
But at night we just collapse and weep
Happiness the only thing we crave

We're the Prols who think were free
We're the blind who think we see!
Selfish to the point of suicide.
"It only ever happens to me!",
The immortal human scream.
Kill my-self with the intention
To be around afterwoulds.
When the blind follow the blind
They will only end up in a ditch

Why won't you let them breath?
Why won't you let them see?

Make an alter for your God,
Make an alter for your fears.

People die every minuet of the day,
But when WE kill them
No one cares.



Penned by my hand on the 15th of Mayan, in the year 286 AF.