Outcastz

One day i know
all things do show
secrets are told
warmth turning cold

lost in this world
running when hurled
each direction less direct
ceasing the urge to be perfect

life goes on in a continuous way
sometimes head down u must lay
for fear has no meaning as before
in Ur soul hope sleeps no more

cowering in corners is now Ur game
not in sleep or fear but in shame
Ur face no longer continue its shape
a figure of nothingness-Ur final escape

when life finally ceases
Ur mind blank without creases
as time goes on and new life springs
perhaps they will stop
such hideous things