The Subway

7 hundred and 50 steps
Not many trees left
Where did they all go
Two steal dragons
And a book
No not a nook
A good old fashion book.

Tired seals -
Crystals gleam
Converses beating pavements
In unisent
Like soldiers beating drums
Shallow shells with faces I can't see-
One song on repeat
One song I repeat
One song my life's rhythm beats
I rather read than draw my sword to combat these mindless fish all stuck in a can
All this and everyday I can
Tell you about it.

Son of god
Left this earth
We got bored
Fought with swords

Giant tyrant empires grew
Government enslaved and slew
Freedom of the masses
Theses words flew

We begged for reason
Revolted
Then Fled
the grief of the life we knew.

Lying in bed
Staring at the sky
Thinking of all those who said good bye
All those who lied
and each lie turned to bricks
To guard my heart
It illness already weakened
It's rims faded and darkened

Malicious birds snap their beaks
And tear at our flesh
Who'd have known I'd be you and I
Though thousands of miles separate us from unique smiles

Crooked smiles
For we'd
Fear actually smiling and ruining what seems to be a lie.

You who I dare call my friend
You who I dream of to no end
You who I'd give anything to just reach in..