Wake up to the sick smell of incense Hanging heavy in the air And the faint taste of weed on your tongue Wake up to the new day The night was long and harsh You proved yourself human for all But at what price The body you might have saved Cannot replace your own lost soul For the night was dark One crime justifies another In the shadows of the grey What kind of world are you in? Has it lost its thrill? Or is it just proof you're dying When you feel so alive Take a stab at a different life Though the dagger always misses your heart Thou shalt not rebuild they decay
Reason for writing:
During our routine nightly petty crime spree, my friends and I witnessed a boy
get beat almost to death. We called 911 from our hiding place, but no one came.
When it was safe to leave, we had a long debate in my car whether or not to
go to the police station, b/c the reason we were there in the 1st place was to
graffiti a wall (with stolen paint). In the end, we didn't do anything.
Birth sign: Gemini
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