By: Sierra Reed

What we need is a revolution but every action adds pollution. It's a struggle to omniscient eyes forget your lies and alibis. It's a black world with a black light; there's no day to separate from night. Can there be wrong when there's no right? No instincts tonight, there's no fight or flight. A rubber razor for your iron skin; abrade to awaken the monster within. There's a war in your head, it's your impurity; tics in your brain feed off of insecurity. We're all armed with mouths, weapons loaded with words the bullets we spit fly around us like birds. Who here could lie? Who here would try? Who here would lay here and stay here to die? The barren wasteland of your mind left your fragile sanity behind.