Ripe And Ruin.

She walks around the room counting her steps

Taking twenty four of them everytime she's in pain

Twelve are for the lover who left her in ruin

And the other twelve are for the man who saved her the pain

Before she starts walking again she begins to speak and mumble her speeches

Don't let me down she says, don't fill my soul

With empty promises you cannot just keep

No stick and stones, no broken bones

Only touch me with fairness from the great above

Make me feel my abode with love and peace Overwhelming my soul for a greater good

As all the dogs continue to bark, it's worth knowing

Like all good fruits the balance of life is in ripe and ruin.

Better Than This

I refuse to be a member of an institution that lacks perception

No depth, no madness, just boredom at it's peak

I want to feel immortal by my writings and speech

Heal the people of dark minds and broken dreams

Rather than be judged by grades that don't represent my subtlety

I reject society's thoughts of my tomorrow

Along with their customs and practices of how the world should be

Nevertheless I focus on the truth invested in me

Many have been marred by words and actions

Letting their soul be blistered by the rabble who know them not

What are we becoming? What are we doing?

Our arms are folded when the superiors show up

That is to tell them we have no hesitation and thoughts of our own

Are we gonna be liberators or another set of a failing society

I refuse to be part of a soulless social order

Because I know it can be better than this.