Sometimes you'll fuck my mind dudes,
Sneer at the world I come from.

This world,
So upright.
So uptight.
And too fucked to admit it.

8.00 p.m

Blinded by Rage

They’ve cheating me, aren’t they?
Those rotting hearts on smiling faces

They’ve cheating me, aren’t they?
Those sleek tongues in wicked minds

The pain oozes out of an innocent face
A ray of trust just blew out

My heart fell, he says
and the word comes back to me, after very many months

In the loss of innocence
In anger
Pain
Helplessness

It matters not what glory you acquire from the world
The finery you use to cloth yourself
The justification you give your deeds
For the grief of a broken heart will condemn you
To that which you can little explain

(Dedicated to those who will understand)