Random words

I should know better than to let words become swords in my tiny little brain.
When the edge strikes through my heart, it splits into tiny pieces that condemns all positive thoughts

Reflection of reality passes through as it waves goodbye to me

I’m flying and fell into the dark night sky
Where hawks still fly and look for prey
I am a prey
Of humans’ greed and unsatisfied desire
I am the worm
That the birds of evil look for
They don’t take no for an answer
I am nothing that became something great
Loved and hated
Despised and worshipped
They call me the root of all evil
But I am no more than pieces of paper
On which is stated In God We Trust
A statement that becomes nothing
When people’s eyes turn as green as me