Sweet dreams under a sky of black, what a pity we weren’t made to live long but live strong instead. Struggles are common when you don’t belong, they aren’t necessarily good or bad just a situation at hand.
When the world is against us or when all it can offer is indifference, grief & misunderstanding, pain seemed to be our best tool. The question arose if we would like to inflict ourselves or others. I have seen my kind fall & cry out for help. I have seen them suffer & fight a battle that doesn’t have a start or end. I have seen them wither away into the real world. Goodbye my friend, goodbye imagination you lay here in a pool so desolate while your physical embodiment forges on into false tribes fabricated over thousands of years spent in structuring & binding themselves. Goodbye my angel, goodbye freedom you drift away in streams of smoke as the searing world makes quick work of our unrestricted innocence.
For time endless we have lived amongst this menace & not bothered to change it. Our indifference has translated into a mainstream beneficiary. It’s time for a reform, to right what’s always been a twisted wrong. Stand by my side because we are of another realm, we must not unite instead work in staggered ways with common insight.
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