Issues.

Beginning the pursuit of life.

Ending in combat with death.

You embrace the idea,

That you are not like the rest.

You struggle to create.

You create to breathe.

You breathe to make life,

You’ll bring the world to it’s knees.

Embrace that fact, the walls tower high

If someone cares to tear down

May they get buried alive.

May you walk alone

Watch your kingdom from within

Keep the gate guarded, from treason and sin.

Kill the idea that anything has reason

Beyond someone seeking company

Only for their own personal demons.

No one truly cares

Always convenience and benefits.

But that’s the reason

I’ve gotten sick of feeling

So with emotions fleeting

A stare will be greeting any new being.

With any luck, they’ll just think I’m a butt.