there was a time when i used to think that everything was so easy.
its not.




why do one have to lie.
to the point that the line seems real fuzzy.


the nature of prejudice.
merciless torments.
the thoughts of slashes.
well, not physically.



when i feel that things are going the right way.
there you are, standing there with that look upon your face.
its torturing.

i came to realise that i am alone in this world.
i only have my two feet.
along with some guts.
i have to try harder.
its a war in every corner.
every turn.



if the lines are true, i feel that i am doing the right thing.
which they are.



food and lip locks.



grains of poison,
a journey of no trust.
step into the goods of the day.
the dawn returns to mimic the unforgiven.
wary, i should be.



cold mines and heat.
the strength of a legend.