Society starts where morals end,
Despite the fact we're all friends.
Walk through the path of broken dreams,
Open the door to sights unseen.
If we relapse, we become their joke
Even though they've lost all hope.
Have you ever seen a man in a suit?
He's the one with the big bruised fruit.
As care is; as care does,
It focuses on what now was.
If care could speak I'd tell a lie,
Only because morals have died.
Me and my friends we have bad teeth
It's not because we run the streets
It's all just a part of the game
But we're the pawns; not full of fame.
Beg for a dollar but spare the change,
Even though I live in utter shame,
That breathing costs a thousand or more,
And what you eat could make you mourn.
Each of us takes excess,
Choose a side, take a breath.
If you can breathe and not shake,
Your pocket is filled, your mind at waste.
Money is not my issue here,
It's why we pay less for beer.
It's why we breathe, but through a straw,
Until we master our curtain call.
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Shattered Phases
שיריםPoetry is expression of self. Your internalized emotions thrown vigorously onto a blank canvas scattered into tiny well written (and shall I say worth it) sentences which make up beautiful poems. That is what this book is filled with. Poetry. There...
