Must it be this way? Trampled in stampede Blood pours continuously Yet bones withstand slams Smile It's another day In liars land. Let's play a game While fingertips snare
Incessant whispers crawl Through emotions sharpened On sheets that have no wish To hold strong my form Or wrap me in caress, But leave bloodshed as I roam Through fibres where dead cells
One eye open, one shut No hero’s in this sin city Swinging through grey night. Hidden inside torment Thoughts not deprived of revenge. All bets are off. Can’t arrest a mind bent
Beneath skies of no sun I peer through railings black Where green eyes rest upon Little shape, lying forgotten, Forlorn, sodden upon ledge. Once bright, so adoringly loved
I think I’m going to the sin bin To collect my thoughts, So give me a minute While I take a pause. I decide Down here, it’s terribly cold. Distorted view on humanity,