12:58PM - Poeme
Last night, amongst the lies that are
my dreams kept my tears back
So many times
I've wanted to go home, because
People are cruel, because
I've been hurt, because
This time, it's different
I just want to leave this world of suffering,
This world, dominated by the stench of mufflers
That pumps young, virile 4-cylinder egos
Enthroned with the beats of half-baked hiphop
Leaving the salty tease of lust on the back of your throat
This world, that promises everything to those that
Try to make a difference
and reneges on it's promise
These are my dreams
These shudderings of heart that haunt the light
Hours of my mind
Creating shadows in my night
And as I drive this morning
I wonder how much really
My church would get from this
My little steel and rubber coffin
Cause that guardrail is quite thin
I know it'd be easy
They don't make them like they used to
discontent