Despise

by Julius Caesar   Sep 21, 2013


The first night he peeled his body off for money
He felt that immorality's raining down heavily
And doing the same insanity over and over again
Is like painting a prayer on the borders of pain
The sun would speak across his heart
That he need to change and make a brand new start
But his teary eyes would barely reply
That the lust of his shadow - he just cant deny
People would condemned him and his being
They would judge after what their eyes is seeing
One would care
But one would despair
But if you can step on the portals of his center
You'll know how it feels to be alone in the corner
He is living in darkness behind the wall
Counting on the teardrops while catching when they fall
Waiting for a hunter to knock on his door
To shoot on his fear and do it for more
This darkness that covers his personality and action
Is just his shadow; his inseparable companion
He is just living like nobody heard him crying
He is just living with a fear that has no ending
They are all free to tread on his dignity
Like change and constancy's not existing on his personality
Nobody would believe him for whatever he'll say
But he tried to skip evil from day to day
But no one would listen cause no one else cares
For its too late to look up the stars that quietly stares
For everyone would give him their condemnatory disguise
And he will die with torment or live in despise
But if you try to step on the darkness where he hide
You will see that there's a world inside

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