Tommy The Green Ranger

My little poetic rant goes here......Vogue another word for cliche, and the cliche, who are they? plastic wannabe's with desires of being the envy of everyone, this works among the many, idolising the image portrayed as fact, people used as guinea pigs for the latest trend, irrelavent and potent, loaded with ammunition to destroy souls, words that can kill and looks to shock, glamour and eye liner hand in hand, men in drag, pictures of the obscene, shock tactics that make the irony more homely, faking a smile and laughing in the company of deliquence, it calls your name, honour missing from your persona, people thinking you and they are something your not, messages mixed up and lost in fixation, love embodies everyone at some point and sickens those that cannot see the eclipse when the sun fades away, echoes and screams, angst turned to passion with a twist of a knife, the skin gets tighter and the corrosion of closure takes affect and a pale stare glares back, and you say your not scene, when all our thoughts are preset to looking as striking as we can, seeking attention from any given one, watching the town mouse multiple and triple into more then we bargained for, nothing has prepared you for how you feel tonight, confused and translucent, perplexed by the vortex that has set and created the hollowness in your mind and if your still reading this then you must have nothing better to do, the myspace generation has gripped nations, 9999999999 friends and still no one you know, just a number to look like your a star, reaching out for attention, upset when its them and not you they mention, you want me, and bands say thanks for the add when they added you, an explosion triggers thoughts off and you confine yourself to checking back again, the people you know interest you most and with great insight you learn about their life, writing down what no one wants to read or care about, blood bleeding on the keyboard as you express yourself through a computer, and talking is not a option anymore, hours pass and your still here, making a caccoon, soon your grow and find what you were looking for, the life through the keyboard, I want this no more
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I say bring back Nu-Metal!