I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
There's a knock on your door
One not of comfort, yet familiar...
Written wen i was 17;
I'm starting to realize...
Who are they?
Where are they rushing...
With your hand
reach out and...
Iam a bird in a cage trapped to my inconvenience...
Iam an animal with a leash chained to a higher...
Who We Are
Black or white, religion or race...
As far as I can see
I can see various tales of humanity...
Why is it when we try to be who we are people...
We are the people who are unique and who are more...
He... standing by the corner,, deranged in red...
she... staring at the stars,, frozen in death's...
The memories that haunt me are those of my own...
All of us feel like dead ends
for the lies just keep slipping...