Smooth Words Poem by nic Leisure

Thinking and doing is all the end
Killing is wanted by the people
Dying slowing to there death
Just a game to them full unaware of what
Pain is what there life live off of in time
The past they see can never be passed by
Holding their air in a glass box of hate
The love they have is no long there
Time is just a begging once the first breath been taken
The mined is a big boom in the sleepless dreams
Come and go like the water falling from the sky
Over to under seeing the sun over the sea
With the moon going under to see our faces another night