Your eyes glaze over with a tint of hatred, your lips form a smile out of decete and hatred. they stand infront of the crowd with a microphone shouting orders, when you fly above they shoot you. anything that is a potential threat they must eliminate, anything that is diffrent, out of the ordinary they kill ruthlessly and you fit that discription perfectly. as the bullets rip through the air they crumble and tumble when they hit your skin. It is harder than their bullets, your hatred has combined with your cells and made you metalic. You are invincible and will finally revolt. Alone you will bring them to their knees, begging for mercy, just as u did when they tried to clip your wings, so many times before. You show no mercy, just as ur creator showed none to you. You are just like them and you dont realize it. Merciless, ruthless, hatefilled and power hungry. Now you stand in front of them with a microphone, screaming orders untill someone will rise above it all. They will feel it, pumping throbing, raising hell throught their entire body. And just as you were made this way, so were they. Your days are numbered, youve killed yourself, again. you sold your soul for a false future. A promise of gold and pure pleasure made u salivate and sell out.
Sleepless slumbers seep secretively and silently, sailing in the sea of sorrow. Shapeless sadness slowly shows, shooting straight through spines, spiraling like serpentines and separated by thick vines. Vines of vigorous volume, victoriously vexing the verbal vessels and vehemently living its life vicariously through various vigilantes. Shameless vigilantes, do they know the wrongs? Or only see the rights? Righteous wrongs, repeatedly wisping, weathering the world’s soul and whispering of woeful wonders only philosophers wander towards. Towering thoughts treacherously tear at their meaningless minds; torn and tattered, they thrive, tormenting their distorted minds with images of decaying trees and deteriorating torsos, thriving on terrible chaos.
