We Are Sinners
How long will it be until they realize the real me.
Until they see the broken, strangled peice of ****.. that i am.. stuck in a specific time where everything has fallen.. the kingdom and all its people.. it repeats like a horrible dream in my head.. unable to run away from this demon who has already claimed me.. the more you run the further into the abyss you will fall.. thats where i am.. chains tying my wrists and ankles together.. forever a servant to the underworld.. no way to get back up.. unless to be trampled by the mounds of human that falls into the abyss every hour.. we arent saints we are sinners.. the only thing we know how to survive on.. drama, sadness and madness .. without it we will be nothing.. but fish in a giant sea swimming days on end.. being eaten by larger fish who thrive on us. Life is just that.. just a sea full of stupid fish. I wish i was born elsewhere.. where the sea is far from the land of which ill live.. so i wouldnt be trampled by waves that destroy our beaches.. and our homes. Where no drama and sadness lives but only madness.. where fairies, talking animals and giants live.. the world of imagination .. the only way to send us back up from the depths of hell.. into the clouds where we can watch the hole for the ones below us growing bigger each year and laugh as we imagine what the darkness does to such innocent children who once were. For then it is not a demons madness we'll live in but our own.
Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2016
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