And my (Don't start with and. Unless you know what you're doing) oh my
Angels dont cry
They dont blink to rest there Please, oh god. Did you not proofread this at ALL? Their. Not there. tired eyes
Laid down on a cold ceramic bed {What's laid down? Their eyes, or the riddles?}
The riddles that were harder said
"What is peace" well who are we
Who are we to set the chain gang free
When litte hands
Turn to curled fists, (I'd insert a line break here. Better flow that way. ) making superficial demands.
Where theres a will theres a way
Thats what the flash-in-the-pan CEO's would say
With there (I say it again. Why God? Why?) rolex imitations, conspiracy inlay (Nice. I like that. Add a period here too.)
`Cause we're all equal in the eyes of bad luck.
Most people live their lives half stuck
In the front seat of an over compensating chevy truck
Some planes were built to crash
And some stains were spilt (not best word, I think) to last
`Cause your neighbor, my neighbor, he lived, he died
His last words an echo of humanitys motto
"Damn, now I wish I wasn't just on for the ride"
Interesting, thematically. However, it seems to change frequently just what the point of this poem is, and I get the impression you aren't entirely sure yourself. Some tightening and binding would do wonders with this. An excellent draft, now work on it some more!