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By: Erik Salazar

Written: May 24th, 2010



Stop the massacre,

This racial state of affairs,

Make me your fixture,

A martyr for the ages.



I do what you wish not to,

So what’s the problem here?

Is it that I preach something new?

Or is it my strength you fear?



I suppose I wouldn’t understand,

The thinking of the status quo,

My heads to buried beneath the sand,

For my mind to ever know.



You walk on the things I’ve built,

You eat the food that I’ve grown,

But you still think less of me,

Even though you would die without me.



So what’s the problem here?

Is it that I preach something new?

Or is it my strength you fear?

Perhaps you’ve heard the news.



That this place belongs to me,

And the people you forced beneath,

We come by air, land and sea,

To ascend the tallest trees.



We rule all that you gaze upon,

For we are tied directly with it,

When you are dead and gone,

We will still stand beside it.



You walked on the things I’ve built,

You spat on the food I’ve grown,

You think even less of me,

Even though you would die without me.



When all is said and done,

You will be the one starring down the barrel of a gun,

And it won’t be your brother standing behind it,

It will be us smiling back at you,

For we have become the status quo.



And on this day you will know…

On this day you shall know!

That your time here has ended,

And our time here has just begun.

So what’s the problem here?

Is it that I preach something new?

Or is it my strength you fear?

Perhaps you’ve heard the news.



You died on the things I’ve built,

You chocked on the food I’ve grown,

Even now you think less of me,

Even though you’ve died because of me.



I suppose now I would understand,

The thinking of the status quo,

Your heads to buried beneath the sand,

For your mind to ever know.



So don’t ever think less of me,

Don’t you ever think less of me,

Because like it or not…you know you’d be dead without me.

Apparently I am on 97 friends list. When the hell did that happen? I don't think I know all of them...

I'm hot, mind racing and I'm thinking about things. I feel so old in this young body. I have a lot I'd like to say, but I never know how. Part of me wants to talk to someone, but another part of me hides it inside away from everyone. People haven't been to reliable in my life. They come and go, which is why I talk to my mom. She is my best friend and the only one I can trust in this life. Even then, I feel like I bring up old topics, past thoughts and old pages already turned. In the end, I usually remain silent.



I have a voice. But it is silent. I have love, but it's closed. I have dreams, but they drift away with each passing day. I'm old inside and I fear that everything else is catching up to me. My mind, my body...it all is catching up with this soul of mine. I fear that I will never be able to hold onto anything. I know that the things I wish to hold onto are people. But you can only hold on to them as long as they hold onto you. Which is my biggest problem. I hold onto them even after they bite, claw, kick and scream for me to let them go. I have let them go, but I can still feel their hands in mine. I can see them always.



My life is going good besides that. I am holding onto everything else, even though at times my grip on things becomes strained.



You know; I suppose what I fear the most is that I'll be alone. Don't get me wrong, I love being alone. But when the lights are out and my mind slowly shuts down, I can't help but feel my lonliness comes to life in the empty side of my bed. I feel that I will always be alone. I guess what I want is a group of people I can be open with, but I have yet to find them. I know I will find them, at least I hope I do.



This may sound "emo" or whatever, but this isn't anything of the kind. I am not depressed. For some reason, I had to write this. To get what was on my heart, mind and soul off my chest. Take it how you will. I am not looking for replies, comments or attension. This is just an old soul talking through a young body. If you know me, you know I get like this at times. If you don't, ask around.



I'm okay, I promise. I'm O-F***ing-K as My Chemical Romance would put it. I raise my middle-finger to the sky and say "Back the F*** Up" while Dino from Fear Factory plays the simple riff in the song "Back the F*** Up." I'm good. I'm chill. I'm moving along in my own way. I'm cutting my own path.



With or without you.



Time to waste some time and sleep.



Goodnight,

Erik Salazar

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newlyawaken
17:13 May 09 2010

It si deff. not emo It is normal to have that fear, everyday the same fear creeps up on me, loneliness is an evil thing enjoyable but yet hurtful just take a breath and have some patience dear things will get better if you let them :) have a good day

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