Sad and worn, ripped and torn, The sun has set, the rain has porn, Too much violence these past ten years, Not a tissue in the world, can dry these hidden tears. No point of breathing, my world has ended,
Too many people I've harshly offended,
My existence is useless to everyone around,
They said I'd be more useful, beneath solid ground.
Souls are corrupted, by often told lies,Sounds are polluted,by piercing cries,
I stick with my pride, I hide my emotions well,
But inside I'm nothing but a vengeful hell.
My spirit is still strong, my hands are still fisted,
But deep inside, I'm trapped and twisted, My dignity remains, my self discipline is grand, But my way of thinking, you will never understand.