All hope has failed
Killings will prevail
Please make my faith come back
Before my heart turns pitch black
You make me want you
But I wouldn't want to sadden you too
Life's a mad and twisted deja-vu
Come back to me
I can make you see
but seeing isn't free
The epiphany's overwhelming
War is sick with all the killing.
Make it stop
Before I pop
Is war greater than passion?
Or is it some greater action
Or does it all equal out
I filled with crippling doubt
No one understands me when I say what's on my mind
They say they would kill for me, or die for me?
What good does that do?
You all make me sick
But at least I won't kill you over it.
Your friendly neighborhood poet? rapper? blogger.