I walk the same path we all walk on
I share the same laugh and the same cry
My shoes are your shoes
I walk in them every mile that you do

I know how you feel
and sometimes I dont care
and I apologise for that
For everytime I didnt care
For everytime I didnt give from myself
somebody hurt or somebody died

I choose this day to not hurt myself
I choose this day to not hurt you
I choose to feel what it is to be someone else
To feel every fear and every tear
To feel every joy and sorrow
To love you my enemy and to love you my friend
To resist the resistance that comes from within
When I feel a need to divide from you
And to feel like Im better when I to have sin
To love you with love and nothing else again.

A fleeting image,
Black to white.
Dissolving into the night.
A lingering smile,
Burnt upon your soul.
Never leaving your twisted mind.
Haunting my mind,
Pulling at my soul.
Eating away from my light.
A black abyss,
Cradling my soul.
Haunting me, pulling me.
A fleeting image of light,
Corrupted by the dark.

In the chills of those sprinklers
These shivering hands are bleeding.
Bleeding the ink on the bright glamour of whiteness,
And roughness yet serene looks of this inked morn
I cannot but just able to break these concrete wall
A thousand ton probably,
I'm underneath this hard-core stuff!
Gulped the last **** of splashed pity,
Can't hark anymore.
**** your ****** core!
I don't really see any empathy or comprehensiveness
In the pale skin of yours!
Hey, ever you see through those reflectors!
Well, I do.
Thanks for your *** to be concerned.

Empowerment is to stop begging you to come home,
self love is realising a soulmate would never leave you alone,
happiness is letting the loneliness fade,
fulfilment is realising the best lives are self made.

disciples stumbling
in and out
of the darkness—
blind faith
in this or that
substance.

abusing
the psyche
with sycophantic
fantasies of liberty.
one step after the other.

the needle, the crackpot,
the Bible. all symptoms
of the same psychosis.
trade one god for another.
nothing but crutches
crafted from driftwood.

i have a problem
with a program
that fails 90%
of the time,
purporting to save
addicts by hooking
them on another
worthless fix.

Digging up shallow graves from
The days past, however many bones
Laid to rest in hollow holes
And covered with tainted memories

Trudging through a swampy mold
Black and blurry faces being told
Cast your sins in metal gold
Behold your Idol, still smoldering

Holding on to callous woes
The wart is becoming tumorous
Bleed it out into a bowl
And drink up your deliverance.