Awards
I wrote this while angry at myself. Wasn't happy with my surroundings and later realized that I bought it on myself and I always had to 'tools' to change it.
Small Sparks of fire exist in his eyes
Tired of being hurt and demoralized
He still puts up and copes with the lies
Trying to flesh out a life while trying to realize
His place on this earth and it only makes him sigh
And give up on his dreams before he even tries
But then he realizes he got the tools to survive
And he grows angry with the bullshit they want him to buy
And small sparks turn into a full flame that can fry
A man to ashes and he won't care as to why
He lives in the valley of Death so all must die
No one left to survive, no one left to multiply
Small Sparks of fire exist in his eyes
Tired of being hurt and demoralized
He still puts up and copes with the lies
Trying to flesh out a life while trying to realize
His place on this earth and it only makes him sigh
And give up on his dreams before he even tries
But then he realizes he got the tools to survive
And he grows angry with the bullshit they want him to buy
And small sparks turn into a full flame that can fry
A man to ashes and he won't care as to why
He lives in the valley of Death so all must die
No one left to survive, no one left to multiply
