VigilantInc

Happiness is a luxury, money is a mystery, love is privilege, and hate is free. People are not property, people cannot be sold. We are all free, in this world behold. Its a beautiful place with many different sights, some frightening, some breathtaking. But i will always remember those sights in the dark desolate places. For those sights aren't meant to be seen. Only to be heard of. Happiness is a luxury, money is a mystery, love is a privilege, and hate is free. People walk about like nothing is wrong, hiding the truth behind smiles and eyes of confusion. Though the world around them slowly falls from the capitalistic views and what i

Where have you gone? Where are you now? I’ve been lost and not been found in this endless road of dust and decay in the momeories of our broken yesterday. The hard rains have fallen, the days have past but i can’t seem to get you out. Where have you gone? where are you now? What did i do? Why did you leave? Do i need to man up? Do i need to roll up my sleeve and find you in this endless road? Shall i dig through the messages and simply remember the bad? When i got your beautiful face painted in my head. Where have you gone? Where are you now? How does it feel to be with him? To have forgotten the past? I bet its a relief

Forever alone in this dark desolate place, No one to speak to, No one to face. There is a constant worry of the days to come with the trials of adaption and to be comfortably numb. But in this new world lies a truth, a subtle command to live as you see fit and enjoy the days of your youth. No longer is there government to tell us how to live our life, we are a simple society with our hands on the knife. The days may be dark and gloomy but our spirits live on. In this world of ruin we shall not soon be gone.