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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Illusion...Confusion

Illusion...Confusion

A Poem by Shawna

Moonlight, murder
I see him, he walks
Talks, smiles
Stained teeth bared
Crooked, menacing
Malice, calloused
Feet caress the sand
Non-moving he stands
Smells, scents
Fill the air, grow
Blow, still no one knows
Just what it all means
Heart ripping at the seams
Screams, yells
Hear the church bells
Happiness, wedding
Red eyes, tears shedding
Heartbreak, pain
No more sun, only rain
No crops growing
Hunger, stuck in a blunder
Thunder, a sudden shudder
Broken, smoking
People still toking
War, earth torn
Shattered, tattered
Beated and battered
Hard to explain
How it got this way--
Insecure, mind obscured
Disease, cancer
Still looking for a cure
Suicide, hurt inside
Killers, dealers
Just looking for a high
Fly, cry
Fall and die
Ball and chain
Tumor on the brain
Paper heart, broken crane
Bullet, blood
Body with no name
Plain Jane, psycho shame
Help is gone, along with hope
New sickness under a microscope
Presidents, it's evident
There will be another war again
Osama Bin Laden, Alquieda
Everyone trying to 
Just forget about it
Let it go, let them know
Snow, go and glow
Be a star, mend their hearts
Start, finish
Begin again, try again
To fly again, why sin?
Grin, kill many men
Take it all in
Jump the end
Drown in the darkness
Burn in the lies
Smother, choke
Can't decide
Catch a ride
Heaven, Hell
Might as well
Save a chair
Cause I'll see you there
No point to this life
Struggle, strife
Lost goodbyes
Tell a lie, cross the line
No life inside, only sighs
Cries, bellows
Reds, yellows
Black, blue
It's all true
Can't deny
Gone senile
Last resort, breath cut short
Try to scream, try to shout
No way in, no way out
Peace, love, happiness
Apparently people think there's another way
Got the find the answer
Don't bow, no sir
Global warming, oil
All our hard work is soiled
Hands painted red
With all the lies he said
Can't contain, gone insane
No control for
My exploding brain
Pain, ain't the same
Just a game
We can't win
Just sin, get pinned
Maybe we'll learn
Before the end...

© 2014 Shawna


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Added on April 28, 2014
Last Updated on April 28, 2014
Tags: gov, government, hunger, poverty, pain, death, murder

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Shawna
Shawna

Newland, NC



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I'm an Atheist. I don't believe in God, but I do believe in aliens. I love music. My favorite bands are Asking Alexandria, HIM, Black Veil Brides, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, Picture Me.. more..

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