what i am alive are you

well my lost saints i have gone and tried to get along with society where my entire relationships are based on me having to be clever constantly i have to perform magic tricks in a way to keep people away i was forced to create this i want to find you in my own time this will still exist and be updated as usual but i feel more drawn to put them here stuck ina country mad eon blood and war everywhere death drugs sex and pleasure is what our cultre is based on there are really people hiding behind the makeup and lies a land never ruled by its own native son this once virgin soil has more blood covering it  than any other sadly all we want to do is leave we dream to touch the stars never apprenticing the stunning beauty of a blade of grass or dew in the early morning but society has never been so much as a fair ruler we sit back and we elegant men with knives at each others throat yet we keep going the waltz dosent end the music stopped long ago yet we keep dancing this is the waltz of the universe this is what we are we have gods and heroes but heroes don't exist they are men who we call them but i feel that the great heroes of the past were men coming up with stories to impress each other all wars and all the blood spilled is pointless we die as we fixated to leave we raise our children to be afraid of ourselves we think that we are safe in our homes and we are but i feel like the world and our minds are so fragile a child death will shake a nation the murder of many will cause a government to change all of its policy's to avoid a mistake like a shield can only guard one side at the end of the day my saints look outside in the dark what do you see

g.w