Hello Again, My World.

Day by day,

you learn few new words.

A sentence a may

break into text that tears lies into new worlds.

An though the days may not last

as future becomes presents past.

 Pay attention in class,

you will remain with knowlage.

I never knew a man who couldn't pass

without his head offed by his own edge.

If I could change one thing,

I'd get her to learn how to sing.

Because I'll have cheifs to make me brunch

And freinds who'll leave my leave bones untouched

I'll have the trees with banks of green

I'll flow down the river stream.

 I'd need a choir to sing for me

But she's the one who needs to sing for unsung legends.

You havent heard her yet

her voice can't peirce this silence

with graceful shrieks

and bashful breaths within brief violence.

she'd sing and tear our local locks

withholding crypts cremating them

with bodies left flesh unspared

their innocents left broken with their lives

with hearts left peirced, by broken highs

and necks left slit, lying there.

The one and only of many unsung legends.