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deppresed all the time
Every where there are lies spread upon the street,
on TV, and even in the false warm faces that you meet.
They use their lies to hide and blind you from
the bitter truth. They have no real lives.
Wrongly accusing others of false crimes
they slowly killing themselves and victims
with their own sweet lies.
Wrapped up in the very thoughts of lust, drugs, gossip,
and causing fights they prepare their hussies
quickly jumping hanging for their crimes.
Crimes committed willingly are the same as suicide.
One nonexistent night a picture
is painted by a morbid mind.
This story takes place inside
a house in the dead of night.
Three teenage boys and girls under aged
with the help of their group leaders
decided to get high.
They climb the staircase which seems to empty
into a dark sky lit by candles on each side.
Reaching the top the two leaders go first
under the fatal delusion they can fly.
The rest follow sadly, only one services,
while an unknown seventh died.
The server was forever scared and changed.
Parents never spoke of what happened,
for fear of going insane.
on TV, and even in the false warm faces that you meet.
They use their lies to hide and blind you from
the bitter truth. They have no real lives.
Wrongly accusing others of false crimes
they slowly killing themselves and victims
with their own sweet lies.
Wrapped up in the very thoughts of lust, drugs, gossip,
and causing fights they prepare their hussies
quickly jumping hanging for their crimes.
Crimes committed willingly are the same as suicide.
One nonexistent night a picture
is painted by a morbid mind.
This story takes place inside
a house in the dead of night.
Three teenage boys and girls under aged
with the help of their group leaders
decided to get high.
They climb the staircase which seems to empty
into a dark sky lit by candles on each side.
Reaching the top the two leaders go first
under the fatal delusion they can fly.
The rest follow sadly, only one services,
while an unknown seventh died.
The server was forever scared and changed.
Parents never spoke of what happened,
for fear of going insane.
Published 19th Mar 2013
| Edited 9th Apr 2013
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19th Mar 2013 3:18pm
The majority of people are sheep. Fake and plastic, only comforted when hidden behind their plastic masks. It's alright, don't think everybody is a sheep, because I am not. I have been in your position, cynical, judgmental of society. I hate people. (:
