In a town where no one goes,
In a yard where nothing grows...
Africans, my people;
I have heard your call,wailing and weeping...
There comes a time when we all lose someone we are...
I always wonder how I would survive without you...
Wandering aimlessly through the winter days,
surrounded by waves of perpetual storms...
Age cannot be bartered:
time's earned and it is lost...
There are demons clinging to my soul,
scratching and tearing at it...
I might not see you,
nor ever feel you...
Anxiety
It's a place way deep inside you...
He baits his thoughts
Upon a hook of deep words...
I befriended your demons once...in attempts to...
Slept with them, came face to face with dark eyes...
The black hearse has been sent
it's parked in a white tent...
Loneliness is better having a fake relationship.
End...