Ace Of Black Hearts
Sleeping Soul. - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Breaking out of normality.
Bringing forth a new reality.
The rules are being written as we speak.
A table sits before you but does that mean you have the time or money to eat.
Trick or treat, time to face those demons.
All in the mind.
In land with such fertile soil how can that ever be.
It just doesn't make sense to me.
Still they're those who still walk in the cold and lonely streets.
So many promises have been made.
So many promises have been broken.
WAKE UP, WAKE UP!
A soul so dormant.
I poke it with a stick and it still doesn't move.
What will it take for true change?
I remember that day when an angel whispered to me.
It soothed all the anger right out of me.
But it never silenced this heart.
Blood forever pumping as it continues to beat.
To hell with death or defeat.
Yet some day in the same stroke they're both something I'm destined to meet.
But I'm still here.
So till then.
I will abandon nothing.
Friends can be remade.
A damsel in distress can still be saved.
The flow and course of time can even be changed.
It not a game.
Never was to me.
Even though some thought so.
Their is not a day that goes by that I don't question why.
Why all the suffering, the brutality, the ignorance, the hate. the greed.
I listen to my echo, knowing so many questions will never be answered.
Because we've allowed ourselves to become the cancer.
Infecting society with indifference.
Saying to our selves that could never happen to me.
Till your on the bottom you'll never be the one looking up.
Expectations high, disappointments grave.
No easy way out.
Not for me.
Hasn't been for a very long time.
Living a life of barter and trade.
Trying not to become a monetary slave.
What I need should never come that easily.
Convenience is a complication indeed.
Nothing to do is nothing to live for.
Obesity is a sign of this gluttony.
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