A future where teens top <br />The list of the fallen; <br />The goods are gone with our respect, <br />We are this, we are lawless. <br />Running to the 23rd floor <br />Trying to save our wanted heads, <br />But the elevator, it falls, without control; <br />And we are alive, with a hint of dead. <br />A future where pain lasts, <br />Behind the healed scars. <br />No, we're not okay now, <br />We really never are. <br />Running from the 23rd floor <br />The place our agony commenced; <br />Only to find it closing in, <br />Having dominion over all again.<br /><br />Cerulean Celyn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anarchy-8/
