The Romance of Resistance.

Can you see
the beauty in violence?
not against people, but power
a reason to live for
a reason to fight
something to die for
for the right
of life, for another
can you see
the romance in resistance?
a message in a bottle, to shatter
buildings engulf
in a flame of compassion
as we work, together
hand in hand, with each other
cupid shoots arrows of brick and rock
only to be blocked
by the shields of those blind to love
their gas makes us cry
as does the pepper in our eyes
like feelings of heartbreak and lust
but we've come to far
to let it slip away
to continue fighting for what we love is a must
Can you see the beauty in violence?

Freedom

Missing, reminiscing of minds lost
a black hole of confusion, illusion
but with a chance to submerge, although refuse it
to reuse, but not choose, cast into delusion
a blissful reunion, but, not a union.
to tune in, and envision, to liberate and imprison
your mind, where is it?
do you know?
do you care?
what's past your blank stare?
you're confused, you're lost
you wish to escape, no matter the cost
a chance to submerge, but you refuse it
I know, that you know, for I have been there myself
put a pen to paper, I've discovered it helps.
what is life without a purpose?
is it life?
helplessness helps feed the fire
irony?
the more dead you feel the more alive you become
irony?
what is life without a purpose?
it's freedom.

There's a hunger within you....

a tapeworm deep inside
or maybe it's just cancer
the doctors can't decide
but your stomach keeps on growing
as your body wastes away
and your getting ill and weaker
every single fucking day

we are alone