I hope.
And only hope.
Sick of praying to no avail.
That day will come when i say.
Enough is enough.
I want to walk on the right side of the road.
The one that has light.
To lead me home.
Instead i follow the dark road.
Which always leads me to a.
DEAD end.
My life has always been controlled.
By substances.
Authority.
People who think they are able .
To cage & tame a man .
All, as he/she wears a uniform( normally blue & white, black tie, shinny shoes,well pressed trouser).
Me i have lived a troublesome life.
Wild & chaotic.
Pure fucked upness.?
I question.
My fucked upness .
AM i justified.
Can i justify.
The abuse.
I put my body mind & spirit through.
Or am i right ..
In this fucked up world of which i must stay.
Am i escaping reality.
Or is it my denial .
Of this shite existence.
Reality is crap.
The responsibility i own .
I owe.
Does my mear existence count for anything.
THIS IS NOT LIFE. (ime red faced).
All that chrystal means to me.
Free..
Will i ever be free.
Life mainly a big not joke.
Big game.
I rome from town 2 town..
Leaving destruction where ever i go..
Me no rules applied.
I DRAW THE LINE ON SICK SHIT (YOU KNOW WHAT IME GOING ON ABOUT).
The filth just accumulates & gathers.
Just as a snow ball ..
rolling down the snow covered hills.
At the bottom of the hill.
One big toilet,
Splash ..
In goes the snow ball.
Covered in shit ..
There is beauty to be seen.
But drugs have way of making everything extra beautiful.
At the beginning they do ..
But once your caught.
The beauty you once saw.
Has gone.
Eyes coloured grey
As you slowly .
Fade away..
