Sometimes I feel lost, Like am living in a shadow, Of ghosts from my past, Walking around an eight, With my head low, Dragging my sore feet, My hands loosely hanging Drowning in waves of blurry ambitions
Did i dream too big?!
The flames of my yesterday, A gun loaded, In her hands, Within her quivering fingers Unsteady, The blood on my chest This hole in my heart, The anguish of my soul