War

Chaos,
A bomb is no longer out of place in this destruction.
Piercing yells, horrifying bullets flying towards you.
Can they even remember what it's about?
Blatant disregard,
Do they realize we're here too?
No winner.
It's becoming a waste of every ones time.
Prelude to depression,
Why do you need to win?
It won't make you feel better.
Just the opposite.
Dysfunctional bullcrap 
For some reason I stay quiet.
It's nothing like me.
Something just makes me sit there.
It's like I'm being mocked by my own soul.
The world around seems to be rotting like an old apple.
Things seem to be different from before.
life became cold
You can see the earth turning to mold.
It's time to restore the old.

Time is running out.
We need to stop immediately.
While I'm still here.
Won't be much longer.
But, If it stays like this,
I may not come back again
Sometimes I feel like when I try,
 I'm hit with a freight train.
Who wants to come back to that?
Where you constantly feel like scat.
Sometimes even without reason.
Desperate need of change.
Before I move out of range.
I don't want to be in chains.
Be stuck outside, as it rains.
Normally I love the rain.
But just the idea of that ridiculous cliche,
gets on my nerves.
We're beginning to take a curve;  no time to stop.
Our life depends on this cliche not happening.
The world is deteriorating,
Not of global warming.
But from something that makes real sense.
Anger,.
War,
Things never described as a folk lore.