10: 39pm Poem by Amanda Torres

But words went short and my body went limp and numb words started to fall into my secret trap and that's when you realize the conspiracy of the world.
The human race was making it hard to breath beautiful songs of hatred.
Making it quite easy for those who contemplate the neverland of the seen.
The possibility of drowning in thoughts of wisdom by chocking yourself on reality. And that's when you hear the soft lullaby of the worlds spinning. And the low whisper of destruction. But the quiet awakening of those who loved a false universe