broken glass breaks with a sad note
we had to try to get out of this mess
we forget that once we reach success
and pain is in the closet
the victims sit inside my pocket
high and tight, low and loose
another sorry person with a sorry excuse
writing letters in return
my fans will never be concerned
until i take the last step
and that's under the breath
waiting for intelligence
receiving no benevolence
another tragedy at the hands of insolence
stepping to the cowardice
the earth shudders with complacency
while humans destroy freedom with policy
we're sitting in the stew of social cacophony
just another human tragedy.
~Here comes my friend.
Love,
Digress.
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