I live in a jaded world
Where the strong dismiss the weak
Where the rich forsake the poor
And our saviors are the meek
I live in a world
Where the bad guys might lose
But the good guys lose their lives
Where the wicked stand on mountains
Above us all, and laugh
Where thievery and lies are woven in our path
This is a world
Where the heroes hide and cower
Where the just and the worthy
Do not the hold the power
This is a world
Where sleep is more blessed than any waking minute
A world where hope has all but been rescinded
Havoc walks strong on two legs
While it swats at my spirit
The end is near
From here, I can hear it
Help us please
We are rotting away
Our morals have atrophied
We stink of death and decay
In this world
There is plenty of few
And few of plenty
For our dignity
The top bidder only paid a penny
Relax into regression
Because there's nothing left to see
It's just the world and our mistakes
Everyone and me
Journal
Insomniac's Journal
Words birthed in the internal
His subconscious' dunk-tank
These words remained unranked
Articulate the contemplations
Of these waking frustrations
Pen in hand
Sleep be damned
These are the greatest thoughts in the land
But why do they come at 4 in the morning
Must write them down
And heed the warning
His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes
If only he knew what was at stake
Words, Words, and more still left to come
Cannot stop till he sees the sun
Sunken eyes
Blood shot red
Sleep finally comes to the walking dead
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