you are you and nothing can change that,
with the words of others said and spat,
but don't listen to them because your magic is you,
listen to the people who care about what you do,
your name can be changed but they don't care,
the point is being a friend is to love and share,
beyond that wire frame and dots of the screen,
as you are the one who opens the scene,
the doors opened to display your light,
don't let the pain in because you can fight,
stay yourself and wonder while keeping alert,
because there are people who don't ever hurt.

into the dark tomb of the king he moves,
being careful stepping over the grooves,
with a torch light burning to see the way,
nothing ahead but shadows of grey,
burning the webs covering the gap,
as he reaches the end seeing a trap,
leaping over it and dropping his light,
the flame goes out as dark as night,
in this silence he reaches around,
touching places all over the ground,
remembering the trap behind his place,
as nothing seen to remember the space,
blindness in the depths of soundless grave,
he cannot get out and has no one that can save.

the card falls down on the table as they all stare,
in their minds accusing of cheating with the eyes glare,
he reaches for his money scooping it all up,
as the last of the beer is drunk from a cup,
judgement is off as they stand from their seat,
none say anything to accuse him to cheat,
all walk out to their shiny cars made for sport,
and to their mansions with double tennis court,
while the man who won gets into his rusty truck,
hard to start with three tries but he don't give a fuck,
through their automatic gates that take to long,
while listening in surround sound to their favorite song,
the rusty truck rattles loud with only an AM radio inside,
with the winnings on the passenger seat for him to decide,
happy he won against those other rich men,
as it doesn't happen often not even now and then,
the next weekend comes around to play another game,
but they don't invite the poor man because he might win the same.

explosion of fire and parts shoot across,
as the hero runs from the well armed boss,
slow motion the hero dives behind a drum,
looking at the label on the side feeling dumb,
he again leaps as the bullets set it on fire,
exploding again and hitting electrical wire,
the sparks fly over in displays of light,
as the boss ran out of bullets and wants to fight,
meeting the hero on the highest spot,
while the place is burning and getting hot,
sweat covers the hero but the boss remains dry and fat,
he fights the hero and unfairly uses a bat,
hitting hard on the heros one wound on the arm,
not breaking bones or causing much harm,
a helicopter comes with more men and guns,
as the hero stays hurt and never runs,
the speech from the boss is long and full of shit,
as the hero lays injured but still manages to spit,
they leave him to burn instead of just shooting him in the head,
but this is a movie so of course hes not dead,
looking at the wire he pulls a convenient lever near,
as something falls hitting the helicopters rear,
spinning uncontrollably and cutting down a wall,
we hear the boss cry out and call,
just when the hero thought he was killed,
the boss somehow alive and anger filled,
just as a twist to make this movie different than the rest,
the boss actually kills the hero stabbing a knife in his chest,
walking away from the burning building with style behind,
he will continue on his bad ways which is how life is designed.

she sits in the corner with hair draped over her face,
moans heard down the corridors of this dark shadowed place,
her arms and legs are crossed while tucked tight in a ball,
hearing the sounds of pain echo to a screaming call,
the footsteps break the dirt crunching very loud,
as she barely opens her eyes to see through hair allowed,
the steps stop at her door with the feeling someone is there,
afraid to open her eyes to reveal the evil stare,
curling tighter and moving closer to the corner back,
she builds up the courage to open her eyes to the black,
seeing nothing and checking around for signs,
slight shadows in the darkness maybe just in the designs,
out of the dark the shapes appear generated by the mind,
reaching hands with nails of knives searching for her to find,
safe in the corner but not safe from her own thoughts invade,
as she cries out loud in the corner soon the memories will fade.

with the shit to share,
and not a simple care,
copy and paste,
is such a talents waste,
think up your own,
instead of being a clone,
be original to others,
instead of hiding under covers,
pictures made for spreading crap,
to get a like or a clap,
not your thing made,
as your personality will fade,
cloned like that sheep,
just another pile of shit in a heap.

deepest and darkest part of the oceans cold,
are the sleeping giant serpents of old,
as the planet warms of not human make,
the serpents open their eyes and wake,
swimming to the surface taking a look around,
opening their ears to listen at a plane going over sound,
their eyes adjust to the world different than before,
stretching their muscles after not moving so sore,
trails on the sand as they move to the land,
their tracks made of sliding snakes as they stand,
entering the cities and seeing cubes built high,
they do not see their designs and wonder why,
attacking the human race to set back the world they knew,
they defeat us all and leave only a select few.

It flew over my small and peaceful town,
landing outside while still looking down,
people ran into groups in the big hall,
knowing that he could make it easily fall,
hearing the steps outside coming near,
the people gripped each other in fear,
I ran from this place and out the door,
looking back to see what he came for,
opening the roof so easy with his hands,
as he spewed acid from full jaw glands,
then flying away as darkness fell,
I stayed hidden near the center well,
soon i heard movement saw people come,
then in the moonlight i knew what they become,
slaves to the poison that melted their skin,
as the acid took over their brain within,
I escaped from my home to seek help from another,
after i saw the change of my parents and brother.

the tracks they follow on horseback ride,
as the prisoner who escaped to a log to hide,
they pass him by as he waits shaking with fear,
waiting for the horses gallop sound to disappear,
looking out he sees nothing around bend,
as one horseman stayed back to hell he will send,
aiming his rifle dead at the prisoners head,
waiting for a moment before making him dead,
pulling the trigger a loud bang is heard,
the gun didn't fire with him saying a swear word,
the prisoner runs fast down the road,
while the horsemen catches up trying to reload,
running on the rocks that cut into his feet,
he turns off the road into the flower field so sweet,
the grass and flower tops hit onto his legs,
as the horseman catches up as for his life he begs,
pointing the gun once more at the man he hunted,
kneeling down to plead for his life as the horseman grunted,
pulling the trigger once more as this time it fires hitting flesh,
in the field of flowers he lays breathing in air so fresh,
hid blood feeds the plants as he fades from this world,
as the surrounding flowers turned brown and curled.

the fog blankets like a silk sheet over the top,
as the trees go forever like they never stop,
snow settled like icing over a cake,
the wind blows like a deep breath to take,
splashing water over the rocks like diamonds falling down,
as the dirt on the banks shaped like golden brown,
a soaring bird flaps like dances in the sky,
with a blink i like what i see from my eye.