Monday, July 04, 2016

(For the victims of the Orlando club shooting)

Originally written: 12 June 2016 
Edited: 4 July 2016

Oh, is your heart troubled?/ Oh, why can't we be together?/ Will it take forever..for you to realize how much this pains me to say..
We are no longer kids playing in the backyard on the swings/ We're much older, uglier, more violent beings./ But it doesn't always have to be that way/ That all could change/all our hurt could dissipate /by the decisions we make.

And the chances we take/like dancing to death/you hear the ammunition in the music/ so loud/ we all start to lose it/ but you planned it, only you knew it. Damn you, you knew it//


But why did it have to be that way/You made me lose the words to say/And this is not a game/ that none of us wants to play.