Falling Through The Madness

Sometimes I ask what’s the point anymore and all I hear are crickets

I’m sorry for this rythme,

but it’s not like it’s a crime,

or at least I don’t want it to be,

I just want this society…

to come together in unity,

living in peace happily,

because every soul is not bound but free,

however, for some people it’s hard to see,

it is not that they are blind,

but that they have a blockade around their mind,

causing them to expel the change and the different,

what I say is what’s meant,

I’m tired of all the haters that don;t give us a break.

they’re just yellow bellied and fake.

so let us start this new remake,

and set up a new goal,

for us to be connected, all as one soul.

The Rose, such symbolism in it’s beauty,

Red, stands for love but also pain,

Blue, for beauty and a acquired gain,

Black, for cold, death, and nothing sane.

The Red Rose compells me to feel love and compassion,

It allows me to feel whole,

and cry tears of joy

Blue, enables me to take in the world for what it is,

Allows me to feel desire,

That kindling in your heart that will turn to fire,

and set ablaze to your emotions,

Causing them to never be the same,

and still that wild fire is so tame.

Black, forces me to feel a sharp yet dull pain,

One that twists and turns, making me go insane.

It’s the color of the reaper, the Ferryman.

This color, it seems to be your biggest fan.

However, every rose has its thorns,

Protection against what means it harm.

You and I are no different from a rose,

We all have our throns.

No matter what the color we are the same.

I wear a necklace of thorns,

you a belt,

no matter what our differences,

In this pot we melt,

to become as one,

so let us pool together our problems,

and figure something out.

we should help each other in tis time of doubt.

for this time, and intil the end,

I’m willing to stick with you,

if you’re willing to have a friend