Cracked and fractured
I feel the pavement spin
emotionally unstable
bashed by
emotional torture again

Its a strange pursuit
in the burning confusion
living is bittersweet
when your surviving as a ghost

so many times
I have tried
to communicate
when I talk no one is listening
I'm locked down in life's prison

I'm a dead man walking
in the stench of a lifetime
gagging and staggering
I'm on death row
with hollow eyes

resistance to the indulgence
and
fighting assimilation
I think I'm broken
there are to many Illusions
only cruel lies are spoken

I don't have friends
I have acquaintances
when they are around
I am just a captive in the audience

no healthy survival
with wounds that never heal
my face cracks
whenever I start to feel