Every breath is a step towards death.                                                                                                      Each moment as precious as the next. Won't let them go to waste.                                                                                                 While a fool lets them pass away. These golden  fragments of time. Watch potential slip into obscurity. The sinful temptation to drown in apathy. But I will not give in. Reach for my goals. Strive for perfection and stick to my guns. Success is achieved that when the last breath arrives, I know I'll be thinking of You. Waves of Separation In the morning when I wake, when I take that first conscious breath of morning air, joy and energy enter my veins. I feel so alive. Yet as the day goes by it all fades away. And as each tired bone drags through the door, it hits home... all that remains is despair. Like waves of separation... I have forgotten You, tasted that pain Now I long to be with You. These waves I can no longer bear, With this in mind I pray. Take me home. Suffocate Suffocated so long it hurts to breathe. And I have forgot the taste of freedom, almost bitter. These stones I dumped off on myself, then pulled off to quick. I am addicted to the torture now. Relief hurts even more. Can't imagine how others bear their pain. More time... means more stones... means more suffocation. Then instantly the gasp of air fills their lungs. And it is as if they can drown from the very thing that they longed for. While others are crushed by losing hope. Strength comes from being able to face the pain. And eventually I'll be able to inhale deep again. But I will never be so foolish enough to suffocate again. Zombies Consciousness traded for a flickering screen and sound vibrations that suck our earnings away with each thirty second moment. While we sit in obedience without a whisper, down the conveyer belt and into our mouths, onto our bodies, and in our homes. Numb from the pain endured to create our new bundle of joy. Oblivious to the eight foot high barbed wire fences and breathing assault rifles that patrol the parameter wall. Oblivious to the years spent in cages not fit for bacteria and the fate of smashed skulls by a hammer that is stained by blood of the same species. Overlooked because it is untold. Hidden behind the smile of the perfect people and our false temporary gods whom line our billboards, movie screens, newspapers, magazines, and television sets. Enough to make a grown man cry out "GOD WHY!?!" And if the mask was finally torn away so that we face the gruesome reality of the suffering and torture that these precious creatures must endure, would we do something about it? Would we use our powers and combat against this atrocity? Would we sacrifice our vanity so that others may have more peaceful lives? Would we sacrifice our overindulgent sense pleasures so that others may simply live? Will we stop sucking on the poison that lines the oppressors pockets? Will we finally put an end to the careless activities that rip apart our soul? And if the mask was finally torn away would we have the courage to slap our zombie-like existence aside, and let the real us out? Kill the virus that plagues us? Teach our offspring to veer away from the path which we have been so haphazardly led down? And if we had the opportunity, would we have the heart to change? WOULD WE HAVE THE HEART TO CHANGE?