terrorblue
it’s when you feel depressed something awful
and it wears on you
truly good people?
in my whole life
i only met one or two…
most are spineless
or sell their souls
or are whiners
too many are fools…
who go along to get along
they fall for anything
and stand for nothing
sadly this is true…
terrorblue
can you give my feeling a color
i am sure crayola could…
terrorblue…
it’s this mix of grey, black, and blue…
for me it is a familiar hue…
a dark cloud that rains so loud…
it leaves me sad…
and it’s acid stains my shoes…
terrorblue…
all their lies make me cry boohoo…
not that much good it will do…
but like a valve releasing pressure…
my rivers of tears
i am sure could be measured…
regulated with pills and pleasures…
given failsafes, backups,
and other measures…
terrorblue
why do i struggle on?
sometimes it just seems my curiousity
gets the best of me…
and like some sort of car crash…
i can’t bear to look away…
to discover what sadness and tragedy
will come to fall upon me
in these the last sad days…
terrorblue
is there a silver lining?
some sort of lover to save me
from more pining?
i doubt it…
love is dead…
it was killed by t.v.
and the smartphone
and all the other thoughts of ego
they stuff into one’s head…
terrorblue
they have stomped out empathy…
you see it in the shows
as the soldiers…
casually step around bodies…
with little sympathy…
isn’t that the sad lesson of history…?
that man kills man
and there is no plan
to live in peace, love, and liberty…
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