i will remain speechless, i am speechless. the only way i show these pains and scars that reside deep. so deep it gets tough to swallow, and the first thing that i can think of is learning to lash out and hate someone. or hate myself for something ive done to ensue loving my life. in the fragile places of me i become weaker and learn to build walls around me. i was king. i was a giant on the walls of jericho and now i bow my head in refuse's to see the faces of any. i was a prince. and now with water and bread i will live.
with the sacred of silence i risk the balance of my entire nitch to live livelier than the ones that live among the gin. a grin i lose and wage to gain and eyes that sue as they faint and detain but win my gamble at a smile again a choice of smoke and i partake in sin. but i will not boast just let me anebriate  and take that strong drink until i am wasted drunken until God pity me and lead me and send be angels to aid.