Breathing

Are we moving forward, or are we walking backwards?
Are we progressing in this world of technology and fame?
Are we making a difference by killing what feeds us?
Mother Nature is under-appreciated. She's a loving, caring, whore. A lover with the softest lips, and the sweetest kisses. She'll do anything for her children, but she'll kill them all as well. Are we at fault for the mistakes she's made?
We are the reason she sends down the clouds, to devour us.
You are the problem. It's your fault that the waves came over the city.
It is because of you that we drown in our own blood.

She is the reason we can breathe.
From me, to you. Words are easily spoken, but thoughts are locked away. Feelings are eaily hidden, until you show yourself, until you give yourself away to the enemy. The soldiers take your brain, and they make you something new. Something useful. Something so ugly, so hideous. Wrinkles forming in your youthful skin. But I'm alive, and nothing else matters. The government can eat my fucking shorts. But I'm alive, and nothing else matters.

Promises are easily broken, and the emptiness inside me can't be filled.
Not with wine, water, or bread.
Only with your love.