All I want is simply nothing Even that has its price Cutting the filter off my cigarette All in all the same exact vice And in this we burn And on these lands we feed Consuming for more than hunger Taking in for more than need And it seems as if I'm complaining And it seems I do nothing in return And yet one image burns into my skull Why in this must we burn As a child I set foot in the ashes As a young one I came into this heat As a human I go walking As a soul I go to seek This is my epilogue This is my statement burned No matter how hard I push it I can't make my statement heard Am I my own evil When you call is it you yourself that answers Am I my own undoing Ultimately am I the one with all that matters And in this we burn And on these lands we feed Consuming for more than hunger Taking in for more than need.
Reason for writing:
I'd just like my fair share of recognition. No more, no less.
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