Paper thin walls will reveal the truth
The pills will disconnect us from the world
Our hands are dry and weak
We can barely carry the bottle
Of wine to the end point
At the edge of oblivion.

We forget the days
As we find ourselves captured in a daze
Unwanted memories
Burden us
We need holy water to wash away
Our sins.

Coping is difficult
When the world shuts us down
When we’re disenchanted
Neglected by the powers at be
We’re harshly underrated
Understated.

Forgiving these *******
Is going to take guts and reason
We don’t want to forgive and forget
We want to walk through the flurry
Of skepticism
Alive and well.

We’re junkies
Latching onto society
Like leeches
But we want change
We want to correct what we’ve done
Burst from these cocoons of strain.

My father taught me to believe
It’s hard to
It’s difficult to mould a direction
Which is smooth  
And untangled.

But we can honour our strengths
Surrender when we need to
But never give into politics
Never feed the system.