Filling expectations
ceiling's where I take them
like a ******...
And when that climb's max
It's only sealing expiration
on a new day..
or another old one i try and do a new way
or the same new one that's getting old in every new way.

I swear I hate you.
I don't love you, too.
Amen.
Beyonce to the Black Parade.
Friendships badly custom-made.
Amen.
Empty walls and a mirror.
Lies've never seemed clearer.
Amen.
Lipstick and split ends.
Broken bottles and fake friends.
Amen.
A m e n.

When the faces repeat,
And you rinse and lather the imaginary relationships between.

It is time.

When you no longer care about anything but a smile and a wave.
And the real relationships are laid bare before you.

It is time.

When you're too close to the fire and know you it is so.
By the smell of your smoldering self-realized ego.

It is time.

When the moments have passed and the omens you knew,
Which have been good tor you, for so long, are now gone.

*Yes, it is time to go.

emblazoned on the gang's coat of arms
was the following logo
we fight without any principles
for we are of the very low

***** tactic achieve our ends
and we take pride
in the way we trample all over
the much politer tends

stray not into the areas
that we patrol and control
as our thuggery will
hammer a robust toll

our triumphs are legendary
across many a land
we've a history in employing
the grubbiest hand

one qualification which is essential
when joining our accord
that's to be a bandit capable
of playing the foul sword