lose

Disillusions upon the face,

its like extinction coming for a race,

behind smoked glasses we stand,

trying to hide our souls, but we pulse out loud like a marching band,

lifes unbearable pains of being weak and diseased,

with but one hope of hanging onto the one we pleased,

but its all just a metaphore of broken dreams,

nothings real, its just another way to be broken until you scream, he screams,

gone always are times that were better,

gone looking forward for the future, accept life, accept the bitter,

you think you see the sun come up,

helping false insecurities flow, like water from a tap,

you see the world as they see fit,

tit for tat, tat for tit,

thats how the world revolves,

taking everything you have, thats how it evolves.