Phycho-Freak

I am alone standing in the dark. The stars light my way enough to give me minimal vision. I see a tunnel, at the end of this path, Its made out of brick, and looks very old. I walk into this tunnel and as I step under its threshold a gust of cool summer breeze gently blows through my hair. I walk farther and farther into the tunnel. I hear dripping water, but cannot see a thing. Finally I see it, the light at the end of the tunnel. I walk back out into the night. This place, so different from the side I just came from. The stars now vibrant, lighting my vision like broad daylight. Green grass every where I turn, and a path way lined with flow

Walking down a road under the stars so light I am lead to a path so clear and bright It goes to the sun, but i follow the moon because the path i follow is that of darkness and gloom I walk down the darkened road Here i meet a lady with one eye I listen to the words she has to say But all those words are just a lie She tells me to find a window the   twinkles in the light All i find are coffins as dark as night I was supposed to follow the path of heaven that was right in front of me but now im on that of hell because it wasnt meant to be

          I walk in the dark, the rain pours down, and the streetlights flicker. The streets are empty as the lonesome wind howls. The streets now flooded to the rim with water because of a clogged drainage system. I walk blocks on end, still no one is there. I am alone. I go to the nearest house and open the door. It creaks open with little effort. I walk inside; the discolored ceiling drips the cold water from the storm. I flick on the lights but there’s no power, it looks as if this building has been vacant for years. I go back outside now on the porch and I look around. I jump at the startling sight of a dripping, moldy, wet carcass

As i look around i see life the old and young together and apart the tourtured sould trying to make ends meet who am i to say why they do this laugh at the pain the suffering of those the ones fighting an endless war for nothing were all suffering no one is really happy we suffer for others pleasure and they feel the pain our pain the bombs blowing up villages watching women ans children as they burn burning because people feared them that what they do when they fear, kill the thing that is feared along with it killing the innocent why cant this world stop killing leave the innocent alone As i look around i see darkness