A guillotine, sharp axe to those who defied words.
Once righteous in thought now cruel to each verse.
In a tune from F minor on the heartstrings of men.
Plagued by false endeavors plucked by old friends.
From times when we were kids and life was simpler.
When smiles came easier. We werent none the wiser.
We werent anything honestly, just kids in society.
Lead through life with no owned sobriety.
Living off apron strings of parents time.
Only to 1 day be sent alone to face life.
To my surprise the worlds no longer nice.
Its full of, back alley dead beats.
Its full of, window shopper whores.
Its full of angels with lost wings.
On the curb of so called lives its.
Its a great big struggle.
All of up and down rides.
And I . . .
Walks a thousand shadows.
And I . . .