many roses have grown over the year... many have blossumed into magnificent colors...

while others carried thorns and wasps...

how long will it take for them to wake up and spread their thorns of pain upon others?

the wolf has awaken and has stolen from the local break maker. mass chaos is to erupt...

individuality is a rarity, why spare it for damnation of others?

i dont know who to trust, and who i can believe. the many faults of walking the path of life has taken its toll...

the sky is no longer blue-but yet a dark misty haze has formed in its place

the rainbows no longer hold beautiful colors that flourish in the sunlight-but instead a black rainbow of 12 shades of gray lingers in an unforgiving eclipse

and the sun is no longer the sender of a false-conception-but now is a black hole, waiting to suck in the future dead kennedys of yesterday...

but im just a pittiful annonomous

"In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death"

we have no future heaven wasn't made for me

we burn ourselves to hell

as fast as it can be

and i wish that i could be a king

then i'd know that i am not alone

maggots put on shirts

sell each other shit

sometiems i feel so worthless

sometiems i feel discarded

i wish that i was good enough

then i'd know that i am not alone

death is policeman

death is the priest

death is teh stereo

death is a tv

death is the tarot death is an angel and

death is our god

killing us all

she up the seeds in me

plant this dying tree

she's a burning string

and im just the ashes