urban suffocation
i see rusting cages
disgusting wages
bible torn pages
america rages
nothing more to keep
nightmares without sleep
eyes wide open
sprites slide broken
leaders unspoken
havoc awoken
tomorrow comes too late
i see childrens fate
ruins we make
hell create
historys fake
how much more can we take
pass the bottle
so i can soak my ammunition in wine
the ambitions of swine
the swell of crime
frustration boiling within
spills over as sin
i see the corruption or priest and nuns
can i escape without a gun
and should i run
but the damage is done
every time i close my eyes...
i hope to die
--Z.Silas Herrera
i see rusting cages
disgusting wages
bible torn pages
america rages
nothing more to keep
nightmares without sleep
eyes wide open
sprites slide broken
leaders unspoken
havoc awoken
tomorrow comes too late
i see childrens fate
ruins we make
hell create
historys fake
how much more can we take
pass the bottle
so i can soak my ammunition in wine
the ambitions of swine
the swell of crime
frustration boiling within
spills over as sin
i see the corruption or priest and nuns
can i escape without a gun
and should i run
but the damage is done
every time i close my eyes...
i hope to die
--Z.Silas Herrera
iyce:
nice poem. you are scary. i find that interesting.
riottsiren:
i love starts...and thought the placement of them would go well with the skull....and i was looking for something to cover up some strech marks that i have had since i was 16 
...shhhhh don't tell! 
...shhhhh don't tell!