MONOCHROME
The pain inside,
It’s hard, this life
It’s tough, can’t lie
Honestly, constantly breaking
Constantly crying
Constantly suffering
Not really gaining
More times just losing
Tuned out, not listening
Blinded, not seeing
Rules be controlling
Society just keeps judging
The church ain’t even helping
Maybe I’ll just shoot myself
Or I’ll jump down the river bridge
Maybe ill hang myself
Or I’ll just slit both of my tiny wrists
I could sit and keep guessing
I could stand and keep pacing
Ignore all these cravings
And these demons calling
But I’d rather walk around with a big smile
Happiness on the outside
But pain on the inside.
BLESSED GLORY
Sacre morning
Blessed morning
Time of peace
Time of tranquil
Meditate with nature
Divine with earth
Morning glory
Perfect burning
Ascend to realms
Nature’s holies
Understood by those high
Foreign to those below
Position is power
Everyone is moving up
You think you know this
But you don’t
We are the gifted
And the dawning is our hour