SlumberingChronicle

Witless and wandering, willful but faltering. An unspoken caste deludes bearers of the badge. A wretched regal rehabilitation wrongfully wreathed. Guns governed by modern day godlings refuse to be sheathed. Mindless malignant massacre motivates the masses. Threatened by change the colorless remain impassive. Captive to a vision, intravenously fed by superstition. Old ammunition gives no concern to thoughts of abolition. A belittled brotherhood believed to be belligerent. Named so by those insolent and irreverent. Bitterness bites, slithers and strikes, the fuse ignites.

Light but never bright Seems it would last forever If not for the night

Embers aflame like children at play. Dancing and screaming they act so jolly. But night is incoming and darkness must have its day. One by one they slowly go out, none of them having a say.

The shame that came with no true change took me for every penny I thought I was worth. Always matched my prison perfectly, no matter who I became. Couldn't stay the same, so fluid I remain. Toyed with, avoided, drugged up, and voided. Doesn't the truth hurt more when you know you're exploited? Simple selection of a thousand traits, each tried on with different takes. What were mistakes? When was farewell? Honestly it's gotten harder to tell. Lost thoughts are unforgivable, even the ones you find to be trivial.... Sorrow, the swine that shattered the spine. Ceaselessly feasting it consumes your mind. The tapestry it weaves will give yo