I lay balled in a corner a destroyed being
you've taken away
everthing that emplified what joy means
My trifles are tragic
I sit in grim bliss with my life in a basket.
holding my head while gripping then
unfolding my shed as the spread goes over my legs.
I've tresspassed on your graveled grass.
Seems as if I never left yet you travel faster.
growing is the everlasting laughter.
past of fasting knowledge,
skimming through life's chapters.
to busy hearing Chuuch from the wrong pastors.
Mind held captive as I recapture the laspe of
our worlds rapture. My inner beings'
even trapped in a world after.
I've had one two many drinks
of failure in this failing society
it could be worse, this I know
my tears drop like ashes of snow
once upon a time, I saved a family
now I live in this alleyway calamity
ashamed? Only when I ask for money
that's when I realize, I have nothing
I thought divorce was bad enough
losing the people who I had loved
but nothing is as soar to see
then criminals having more then me
I once donated millions to charity
will children share that clarity?
No loitering, no trespassing, no bills.
What I have is contagious.
Ntalek - First Verse
Perseus - Second