never the last one
to take my blessings for granted
yet i
recant the praise
i send my way
in the heat of the moment
emotions feeling potent
low living
does everything to my ego than
stroke it

irate at how
the sins accumulate and i
rarely feel cleansed of them
long stay in the abyss
never missed when i'm
deep in my sleep
fleeing from the pain i face
on the day-to-day...
until the day i fly away,
i'm face-to-face
with the paint

- negassie