Riverside Massacre of Serenity

...

...

slice.... a.... pie...

thats it.

slice a pie...

of happines...

and take a bite of it...

no cheese, no meat nothing...

just a pizza...
and figure out what kind of dish is on it..

as life takes viagra just to get harder on you

and you feel the pressure as it crushes you

turns your passions into pepto bismol and your head into tylenol

and as u run to the river just to relax in harmony

the stormy see takes over and shakes bodies like a seizure

its...

not...
a

game...

since when was it ever a playstation

x box was not sex

wii was not a ride

nothing

is taken for granted

its expected

nobody

lives for happiness
its madness

nobody

cries for the world

its sadness

penny for my thought, u wouldnt have enough of em
its not like u kepe em

not like i keep em i treat em like trash i get mad when i see copper

but its just those times when u need them the most...

that you can't find them

me... i know im a different being..

i cant relate to relationships

i was never married to marriage

im too old to be old

i hate so much i love and i love so much i hate

when it comes to the perception that my participation is an expectation i treat it like an assumption and my dreams are a foatball... this is an interception of beliefs

i believe

that i weave through weave to wear hearts on sleeves and put roots in trees

so i piss on the grass and splash in puddles when it rains

and when i reign...

i beat the king til he bleeds royalty...

END.