All My Friends are Dead

Break free

Everyone's a sage
lies within, a burning rage
Write it down on a page
or go ahead and narrate.
Don't keep it in,
or you shall delapidate.
Take an oath,
catch a break.
It's time for some disclosure,
leave behind this suffocating enclosure.
Hanging off of this thin ledge,
I look at the dead,
memories and dreams,
I hear the screams,
of my own uncertain future.