As much as we have vested, lurid escapades engross...
Herein our primordial reign has gained, a slapping...
People want the best out of life,
but some of them make the wrong choices...
By the way they act
with each other one may think them...
One day it will bring you down
that feeling that holds you up high...
The old man ,the young man setting on the porch in...
the old man rocks slowly contently...
Angels Eyes
She presses that mask...
What was all to be of heaven
Turns out to be of hell...
You judge us
when you dont even know us...
The same routine, we are all sheep
failing to show the secrets we keep...
I feel like i am traped
no one hears me no one wants to...
I get sick and tired
Of phony people that act like they care...
There is a person behind the opinion
There is a bleeding soul behind the cold eyes...