11 August 2012
Lying here in my bed, Wishing I could see the stars instead, Thoughts will wanders, Eyes will tire, Thinking of those funeral pyres.
How did we get so foolish, Killing one another is so incredibly brute-ish, We are all equals, We are all born and we will all die, Yet we are constantly tying the ties of the dead of the worlds eyes.
Why can't we stop this addiction of ours, Surely by now we have seen hours and hours, But no we keep on as we have done, Killing each other-mostly for fun.
For Fun • Opuss № I