clouded by anger, minutes in the hours of danger
religion got me living in the trails of sanctum
a lost heathen in a daze shrouded in hatred
thoughts bleeding like a brain surrounded by razors
all i hear is silence like the sounds of a prayer
and screams of the desperate, shouting for theirs
out to the maker, now how can i hate her ?
lifes a bitch...
who won't thank me for the flowers i gave her
now her frown replaces the smile that i savor
counting down the ways i could drown my behavior
at the same 'time', drifts out in the matrix
.......... so i write a line for each hour i wasted



(no it didn't take me 12 hours to write this lol)