The Checkered Demon
Too much to find,

So much so little time.

So many images persist to shade my mind.

Will i ever come around or will i just hit the ground?

Will i still be standing when it all comes down?

Why can't i seem to sort it out?

Why am i always filled with doubt?

So many people everywhere,

So self absorbed without a care.

Of their viral lives,

I'd like to bleed them all.

When all is drained, who shall hold?

When mindless bodies screw tortured souls,

Will somebody be there to catch me when i fall?

Why can't i seem to sort it out.

Why am i always filled with doubt.

How could i always be so blind?

Why can't i figure it out.

I could always hope for change,

Could always hope to rearrange.

But why not just abandon hope and tear it all apart now?