Don't let them steal
Your soul, your body, your mind.
Guide what you feel
Control, be steady, be kind.

First thing: Drugs!

Be high, be addicted
Heavenly smog can be so good
Dragging your ego up to its great
This forbid can get you closer to death

Next thing: *******

Instant pleasure, instant destruction
Wasting your time, money and effort
Not knowing that you give yourself away
A misery! Where all else turned into gray

Last thing: Gambling

Easy money, easy expense
That paper bills can break into cents
If you're not lucky, you'll regret
A big credit can lead to violence and theft

I know a man who had all this thing
He was proud, he was happy, he was success!
Shouting the world that he was the king!
King of death, king of misery, king of violence

You are breathing
In my flowing bloodstream
On thickening fluid
Of my living body

Together with my heart
being connected
From woven veins
And branched arteries

When I protect you again
from a cut
Not letting it bleed
But thinking I need it too
For you to suffer and realize
how you are washed away
When I cleanse you
With alcohol;

And not by water.

But you seem to still
Hurting me
When I take a bath
Pouring a pail of water

To my whole body.

That's why like a fluid flow
Forced out from my skin;

I know
Only time will do
For you to harden
And become -

A scar.

Its a picture-perfect sky
In the blue cold night of July
A flash-back moments of your love
Under the bright moon up above

A perfect moment for romance
In glimmering stars at distance
A sort of unfamiliar high
I recall, beams of the moonlight

Imagining our first time kiss
Evolved in the art of being teased
I hold your sleep. I reminisce
I am dreaming, you are my wish

I rise at the touch of late sunrise – to my skin
Or maybe my sleep was too much
Without the sense of a hurry
Like there’s no burden to carry

First thing on my mind: Love
That’s nice. Freedom to do everything I want
But it ends up thinking nonsense
Switching it for something else

From the stairs up to the dining room
Where mother used to leave some bread for my breakfast
Same old junk: Out here on my own
They are all in work, I’m already bored!

I eat and think.

No job. No money.
No love. No honey.
Just waiting for a miracle
More same things to handle

I’m so suffocated!
Here together with my stupid routine.

As I take the final bite to my meal;
I wonder what to do next
To take a bath or somewhat else –
Leaving me no choice

Twelve o’clock in the afternoon
I get into the bathroom
Shampoo, soap, toothpaste are ready
Then start pouring water to my body

I’m cleansed. I’m relaxed.
I’m ready for work, very ready for work
Almost OVER-ready.
Next thing on my mind: Hate

Yeah. I don’t like this any longer
Obviously!
I must take courage to break the routine –
Which I begin to hate

I seek solution.
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Found.

I will plan for the future
I will take the change for better
Fresh challenges, doing it at my best
No time wasted, I’m entering a new quest

Last thing on my mind:
A brand new love.