..::Life::..

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The murder cry as their red beady eyes stare
Through you, shadowing the life
Where we tend to hide from
Soceity? No, from ourselves
As we explore the depth of exsitence
Yet we emerge from the Earth
As seeds ungrown
Let alone, from unplanted hands
Imperfection
Different minds
Never ending infinite plains
Miracles untouched
Death before birth
Innocently buring alive in our womb
Crimson blood trickles
Down or up inside of us causing infection
Of?
We're just human
Not the only one in rooms, taking up the air
Blamed for mistakes
Awarded for right
Emotions become powerful things we can't control
Connected to words
And if wrongfully used
The meaning is worthless and you feel like that too
We're not almighty
But the life around us think we are
Letting acorns fall off themselves
The tree believes in reincarnation
Are hands as their savior
The murder crys
From behind our shadows