Drifting atop a rickety raft of
confidence bound with fragile stands of self...
To find a place to lay his head, turtle crept...
His usual scuffle, to the usual spot, always...
Society seems to disapprove
of breakable stitched up hearts...
Mysteriously hidden in the dark
Alley ways of a persons lost and forgotten...
I pondered life
while shopping...
Religious douches think
I'm going straight to hell...
In the loving memory of Mussa Jalil
O Moses of the hard infernal days! The martyr...
I.
Terror, fear, attacks...
It was a nice little slum,
before they came along...
I exist because I am;
A dreaded feeling...
People are so nice, so nice that it hurts.
(I didn't think kindness could peel away...
The world is a shallow place,
Full of desperate people...