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Evil

Is a man born Evil?

Or does he grow up that way?

Growing and growing until there is only cruel ice left

Is he born without innocence?

Or is it taken away from him?

Taking and taking until there is no more left

Is he born a murderer?

Or does the world shape him that way?

Molding and molding until the outcome is too horrendous to even look at

Is he born without a heart?

Or does Reality take it away from his innocent clutches?

Stealing and Stealing until it is too far away

Can a man truly be Evil?

Or is he merely dressed in Evil’s skins to protect

his weary soul

hiding behind a wall

shaped like a mask

Sadness

Sadness
Sadness is a monster
hidden deep within your bones.
It is quick to appear,
yet it is slow to fade.

Sadness is different each time,
it can be quick and sharp
or slow
to fade away.
high.
Its levels can change quickly from to
low

Whenever you are sad
the best thing you can do
is be around the ones you love,
and they will make you feel like new.

 

Gray

 

In the place beyond time
In the world beyond new
In a color Between Black and White

Lives you

Nothing is right
Nothing is wrong
Nothing seems to happen

No reading the lines
No following the script
No laughing and loving
No hate and jealousy

Only your Feelings
Only your Pain
Only you, In this Lonely Terrain

 

To Fly

 

If you could fly,
Where would you go, up to the sky or down below,
Up at the sky where the wind is screaming,
Or down below where life is teaming,
What fun it would be to fly in the air,
Or fly down below where you could go anywhere,
In the sky there are all of the birds,
And down below where things are furred,
In the sky, you can see an entire city,
But down below, where every detail is pretty,
If you could fly,
Where would you go, up to the sky or down below,

 

Rain

 

Rain, Rain
O my children
Innocent as a summer day

But No

I watch my children fall
To the ground
To splat into a puddle

O how I watch the little people run
Under my tearful cries

They mock me, they despise me
They laugh at my offspring falling on
their faces

I watch them join together
To make a treacherous stream carrying my
Children away
I
Strike
In anger

No harm done
All I see are the little people
Running away

Just Like
My
Little Children.

 

You Choose, Satisfaction of Disappointment

As I surf around the surface of people’s emotions,
Some are the faces
as if they had something…
Miserable,
Tragic,
Fatal,
You see.

Rather to be delightful,
They choose to be depressed.
I tell them, be Proud and Phenomenal.
Instead, they get Embarrassed.
Like they’re wearing a hood,
Being not able to see
The sides, of happiness,
But sadness.

Following the way of
Failure,
Fatefulness,
They abuse the word,
to know the real meaning of
Happy.
They start punching and slamming,
Instead of trying to know the inside.