Do you know what its like,
to try breathing
after a child-hood suffering
blood as I would wake up
from the strangulation?
Its hard for me
to see humanity understanding
as wars feud to further suffering
leading to the agony and death.

I had dreams burst like confetti
but not in any good simple way
My soul's been swallowed like spaghetti
and there's a number on rest of my days.

I see the inhumanity and depravation
that weighs upon my own conscious
I've said some very terrible things,
I deserve to be a cease to being.