Kicking and screaming
void of dreaming
into this world
I was tied and hurled

It was horrible and cold
I stood bold
a dark and meaningless day
and I have grown in a strange way

A witness to the prohibition
with sour ambitions
travelling pillar to post
wondering if I am my own host

With no options but survival
you can excel amidst the unfruitful
planning for death
counting every last breath

Lost inside a dysfunctional touch
it hurts so much
this existence of animosity
a belief in an atrocity

Life is banned
no reason to understand
a sea of sand
the harvest of the ******