Launchorasince 2014
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Chasing life till rest in peace


I don't like what the world is turning out to be.

Live walls with dead people

hot blooded and programmed doodles.

Open brains with closed minds,

shaking hands with knife behind.

Endless emotions, not one to hold onto.

Smiley faces with judgmental perceptions.

Sacrificing todays to make tomorrows better,

fighting for daily bread and butter.

Adding up figures in banks for their sons,

subtracting life from selves, everyone.

Sun has lost all its respect,

cherishing morning is not an aspect.

Defeated, mistreated, terribly broken,

every heart has become a monumental.

No face seems too different,

everybody's sad and so mistaken.

Loosing faith but want to be loved

not in love and living life un-drugged.

Eyes are sad, drunk with aspirations,

everybody's racing for something nonexistent.

Money is powered, money everything,

we look at each other as an investment.

Everything is secondary,

primary is money.

It wont be wrong to say,

'on this earth, it takes money to stay'.

Talent is not one born with,

talent is necessity to go along with.

It is difficult to differentiate

ethical unethical.

Words have lost their meaning,

*sigh* it's hysterical.

We are chasing something

we don't know what.

everybody is blindfolded with the dollar cloth

it had to be written to dilute the clot.


Chasing life till rest in peace.