A life of wreck,
Pure and sane
Boy in his youth
happy and raves
Till the sun goes down and its off to bed
Years go by and this image dies
But the boy is still form and pure
His life is weary
from the pillow he resides
Back to here day by day
A life of living
and a mind of heart
A stone for every window
A brick through every heart.
More time passes and this life slowly dies
Corrupted with evil and a life filled with lies
Causing the pain that sits inside
He screams " CAN I GET OUT OF THIS ALIVE "?!
As he resides to his pillow
Over taken by tears
Scared and afraid of whats to be near.
Soon by then,
Tempered with greed
A life of hell
And cause him to bleed
A Weary cause of pain and disaster
A choking child instead of laughter.
Drowned in his mind by the evil within
Consuming the liquid that helps him rid
A smoke for the pain he's caused inside
Now lost in this world with its drugs to provide
One day he found faith
And soon he shall die
From within his own heart
Within his own eyes
This person is real
He's reading this now
As the text writes a page on this internet now.
Soon to be free,
in a country of greed
This world is no match for him, for its me.

Reading DT's anti-social post really reminded me of myself. I have problems with some paraphernalia related circumstances that have made me unable to communicate fluently without talking to myself in my head and disagreeing with the inner me everyday. Feel your pain Deaths Treaty, and hope you can turn around and look at life to see that thats all in the past and the future is forever changing.. Just what you make of it is what really matters. I've moved enough that I never could keep a steady circle of friends, drugs have put their lives in still photo. Same thing everyday, drugs all the time, and I even followed to think I'm like them. Now I can't get away from it all and they haven't changed a bit. And they'll probably stick to their routine till the day they die. But I fear of the same activity all the time and boredom. I like forever changing, adapting to this concrete world and this jungle of life. But who's to say that I wont die in time. Make the best of it, don't let everything reside on your shoulders.