Broken Roots

Machine gun words riddle through flesh.  Falling to the floor, unable to speak anymore. Peircings run deep within our tree. Exiting with splatters of annihilated promises, is all I see.  Regurgitate the years, show no tears.  What once was a unit, now is only me, trying to explain our connected life to a dead numb tree.   Deceiving underminded trash, obliterating life as we knew.  Created a constant struggle, this fucking illogical battle.  Fighting for a smile, is what you summon. This is Not war as stated. It's allusions of selfishness, that direct our current towards this sea of broken glass.  Everyone will get cut. Karma will bite you in the ass. Maybe then, you will contemplate reconnecting a branch.  Yet, keep up egoism, just be known, that you're sending this family straight towards the avalanche. 

         -CrueLworLD-