Cries of help, Lost in a world of confusion.
Lies after Death, Will soon be forgiven.
Or will they be found?
Lust was lost in a world of Suicidal Tendencies.
That were and still are mad as hell.
Found in a world of Purple Haze, White touch, and Black Lights.
You say lust is so fine.
I thin poetry is such an amazing thing,
To express the single bright female
Inside and out of me.
Forget Metaphor, and Sarcasm.
Still nothing has worked.
Not True Love, Not Tough Love, Not Therapy, Or Prayer.
You can leave things behind......
They predicted Riots, Bloodshed, Anarchy, and worse.....
You say "I Hate Myself, and want to die"
But to see the light is just the beginning.
Freedom they tell us???
A Tribute to whom????
Don't worry there are many more confused too......
