Days of empty stomachs...
Years to empty a once fuller soul...
It grows to a head
The aftermath of  the blow...
The question of blame comes..
Nobody playing the game...
Ever tried to stop and see
the hell, flames, and destruction
That was the life they left for me.
What are you today?
You look into the mirror every morning....
You wonder what and to where you belong
You are forced to beg to get something to eat...
Beg to have what you need...
A humiliating record playing on a skip repeat
You are not a scale that stops to measure
who has what,where, or how better
It's this path that seems to never stop.
Can you see yourself having to live this way?
I don't seem to know.
I am almost always left..there..
stripped to the bone...alone..
Building energies up with what little that I have to work with..
Why don't you walk this hellish road with me..
As beside me...it feels..
just a little more better than while walking such, alone...
And be someone who witness a soul that longs to be free.