Sometimes I wonder why I post what I do, let me say that I am just beside myself in agony of what is taking place in the world. If we would understand during our brief lives what we know to be valuable and lasting at the end of our lives, the world would be a far better place.
We have a crisis going on in America, it has been taking place for quite some time. While the world is being torched by the will of the few, we have the majority becoming the victims, and a great portion of the American population wandering in pursuit of things that will pass away. Locked within the phrase "empire of dirt," is the real value of what we desire, and let us hope that mankind will find this out before the end - our end, yours and mine.
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself