Smartwentcrazy

A fistless fight that can’t be won. Words shoot through the air from guns. Rivers of hate flow to lakes of pain and the rain only adds to a world thats insane. Destruction glistens in the glare of retribution and with the blinding light comes mass confusion. Big brother keeps us under his illusion; disguising darkness with light and just giving us enough breeze to fly our kites. Like the infection from a vampire’s bite the ignorance spreads and the helplessness that I feel is like a backpack full of lead. There’s nothing I can do because I can’t plant ideas in heads that are already full from the lies they’re fed. Ignorance is bliss but knowledge is power. Seeds planted either become flowers or weeds. Only when one weed grows it spreads like disease. They suck the flowers dry and kill their seeds. With dawn comes distress and by sunset I’m a mess. Crystal clear lakes become polluted cess-pools, but as long as my life is on paper my erasers a priceless tool. Erasing yesterday’s fool’s mistakes so tomorrow I can keep my cool. I know that time slowly kills all life but I kill my time with a 10-inch hunting knife. Time eaten by my skateboard is the only time well spent. Everything else is just another hole in my tent or a weight on my soul. Lies are sold like gold and people endlessly and ruthlessly search for something new. Perceptions of life are tragically askew. How can we expect to do our best when wealth is reserved for the select few? I can’t find the inspiration to do my best when nobody hates me more than my reflection and nobody destroys me more than my best friend. There’s still a lot of pages to go until my book sees its’ end, but I can’t kill my demons when there’s no happiness to defend. I got a feeling that this is only the begginning of the pain that im destined to go through. But thats just life. I gotta play my shitty hand and hope for the best, do what I can to get by, and fuck all the rest.