earth is diseased with schools

i

born in the spring,
the time of rebirth
and upon the day where spirit rains
for this i hold my head up high

though i do pray others may be
graced to avoid this fate
for in my death, i will have lived the most
i will live finally in those few seconds
for i am but a sacrifice

hope for the future is only ever
carried in bloody hands

my eyes are mirrors
of this shabbied world
but what is seen in the reflection
is a world forgotten

one of trees, and petals,
long gone
the line to nature is ringing busy
none of it that is true is left

guess it makes it easier
to turn your eyes away
don't bother screaming that you care
i know you don't

you can't stand my words, my looks
because i stand with out revision
and you know you see no me in you
and i know you wish you did.

when a child stops dreaming
is when the ghosts, that they so feared
becomes them.

that idea of a empty wandering shell
is now so much more in them.
and oddly this is encouraged.
and stranger yet
every one watches as these dreams dissolve

this is why i have to leave
for i hear the call of something higher.
your all blind to me