a moderate ending: planting roses in heaven

in caged lungs, too much of a panic to let loose on the run. stuffed with guilt, sorrow, rage. the world is better off on a plate. the roof of our sky breaks, and shatters over us. as the world comes crashing down, everyone panics before they begin the run. never stuttered greatly for the dead abortions of crying babies. whats the means of this attempt, too many dogs witnessing this attack. while demons controlling the streets violently taking women, girls hostage lately. some of us witnessing this daily, with no screams to reach the streets oh so quietly. its no wonder the world wants to give up loudly. throw down our weapons, "here... take this life from me. i dont deserve to live, this life is too much, i forgot how to forgive." changing our minds, thinking it will help keep us alive. when everyones wishing "that this world never gave..." when more and more we are digging the world a grave. how come others cant see, this could be effecting the way that we breathe. choking painfully on the thoughts of everyone going crazy. chaos in our minds, war on the streets. i watch as i cant believe that this world is bleeding because of me. making me sick to my stomach, but im suffered as i try to form a distance. too many leaders, not one can make a difference. i missed the point long ago. "the war is over son we can all go home." when really there was another battle to be won. only this time it kills you in the long run. we wait patiently for the time of our death. all clocks around us ticking down till our last breath. clenching the hands of the ones we love, a thought breaks out "ive won the battle, ive found that dove." we say our good-byes and move on above. then the caption of our lives becomes clear. we were put on this earth to conquer love and fear.