false hope

      
       
       
       
     "selling water to a drowning man" is what this society is all about.... isolation has its droughts but, it beats having ones' lungs being under pressure, and heart irregularly beating, broken, bleeding out soaking in the pouring rain....      
       
       
  a thousand ways to lay in a bed full of flowers given from those who owned a switch blade....but they "loved" you like the "god" they've created to serve everyday....      
       
       
it's always better to stay out of the way; no amount of money will promise another day, or keep one from the grave....just enough is ok....      
       
       
i feel mourning, while most see morning.... I gravitate to the way of a renegade(peaceful rebel, not extremest).... because cold and death go hand and hand....and this place is cold on the hottest day....      
       
       
I don't belong here....but I cope, in a world full of sold false hope