hmm

[lifeofanobody]

who to turn to
where to run,
when the fun stops
you sweat bullets
as they aim the gun

It's 115 in the shaded sun
and now
all that's left to do is wait it out,
as another lie falls
on innocent ears
you see what life's about

you see mistakes
in life's perfection,
failing to return
stand free
with slight oppression

another question
unheard,
as you're choked
by your own breath
and fight for one word