I see it in the window,
Everything I know.
My fists are cut and bloodied,
As It’s you I studied.
I see it in your eyes,
As you bow to pray.
The drugs had worn you down,
But what counts is you’re here today.
A dream is nothing but a human conviction,
Something of which that traps and admires.
You don’t realize what you truly want with your addiction,
Until all you’ve ever wanted soon expires.
Days go by and days go by and days go by. But still no sign. No sign of hope no sign of light no sign of escaping the treacherous night. I scream and shout, but no one care about,
Nothing to want nothing to see, cant escape this friggin hole, Never will flee. They say they care, oh they say they give a damn, but on their face it’s a blatant lie. Will they care when I die? Would they care if I committed suicide? Would they care if I went to hell,
All because of their f**king spell? I used to- such a strong phrase. I used to do this- it was just a phase. I used to do that- my mind in a haze.
The smell of death,
Bullets flying in the air,
Hostiles are approaching,
Carrying a sense of despair.