Tell me what’s worth fighting for?
Inky blackness, wet with regret?
We stand alone in a crowd
We stand huddled in the masses
Being herded towards a cosmic cliff
Diving to the rainbow rocks below
Shades of brown becoming shades of red
My endurance meant nothing at the end
I’m not allowed to say certain things
I live listless nights portraying
a confidant, a friend, a mentor
All for nothing, all for nothing
All for nothing, all for nothing
Dew droplets rush past
Such a waste is the past
We reflect in torment the lives we changed
But we cry the most for our own
Drenched in sweat…we survive the fall
Born from the ashes of ourselves and battle
I converse in solace to two souls willing to prattle
We hit the bottom.
I jolt— Awake, confused and lost
I am among the land of the dead.
I shuffle with my brethren to the bread lines
Remembering my falling dream…my fallen dreams.
My crayon colored canyons filled with blood