The War on Peace

Everything spins as the world drills deeper into the cosmic plank of infinitely splintering fractaling chasms,

Raw prophecies of organic discrepancies blaze pathways through tightening black holes that infiltrate our ubiquitous visions of the war on peace,

The world is on fire,

The police are all liars,

And the only one who can save you is you,

But i imagine it’s a little hard while you suffocate in a kiddie pool filled with your salty tears,

Tear a hole in the fibers of your fears and set yourself free god damn it!

You are always what you can be but never what you are,

You must choose to see,

I am me,

You must choose to feel,

you are you,

You must choose to breathe!

Relieve yourself,

But only in the bathroom of your own shattered dreams,

Pull the plug that stops the flow and ride the waves through the valley of dry bones into the shadows and reflections,

of the great smoke,

The Unknown.