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life and trials |
These dreams are yours these dreams are mine Yet misery seems to be this poor mans only paradise Reality seems to be the only place to hide Trying to make the best of what I have This is my life’s engraved path No mercy in tears Only sympathy if you’re worthy of fears Some one shake me from these seizures I’m constantly burning of statistical leisure’s Bed time story’s, kisses from head to foot Anyway, you want to please her Given age, I was born from a rapist Forced upon passion, as an infant in a wound How can I escape this? Simply exposed to this diluted area You never know, she could’ve recruited malaria Possibilities that her insides polluted, scaring her My collarbones hurt, the thought of rubbing a loser Growing up a substance abuser Strapped with intoxicated lungs and a low self-esteem The tools needed for this living all I have left are dreams Trying to get by on less than minimum wage Drooling over paper like there is cinnamon on this page I could be a heart ache or I could be apart of the break Cold water in my eyes, what ever it takes to wake Bread crumbs in my left hand, I choose to give or try Given life I’m only promised to die Pencil in hand, thoughts bloating my brain By gods’ grace, I have been scared with pain Only washing my face when it rains And most of the time, the skies release hail So now I’m wondering to where will I prevail A selfless act from a wealthy man is usually a filthy hand Should I live or should I die, give a small sacrifice, and try Forever I dream of heavens door And if I should go I want no tears to show Forever dreaming of your saviors doors |