A baby bird
A broken wing...
"Cradle Cradle here i lay,
As my mind drifts away...
Slowly eating away at my pride,
Self judgment seem harsher than ever before...
I'm sorry you see?
There is no one to blame but me...
You think your different you think your a creep an...
it's a very depressing sight someone arguing...
Feeling as If I have sinned,
living in damnation listening to the screaming...
After the daily bread we meet
Gino...
Feeding the machines
hoping the gods will be kind...
Mother father goodbye for I am truly lost can't...
Wandering through the musty, dark corridors
Of my mind, stray thoughts and emotions...
Calamity
Caution to whomsoever looks into her eyes...
The town I grew up
had an oasis of hypocrites...