Tortured enigma...I walk alone
My bruised and bleeding feet beat the pavement
Sleep's fleeting and filled with forgotten dreams..
Life lived all around me...
Though nothing is ever as it seems...
Sometimes I wish I could feel what "they" feel...
But in conceding I found me...
This candid candeza for itself speaks...
You see I died yet lived to tell the tale...
I put the rest up for sale...
For next to nothing...no less...
Devious dealer dressed in prada...
The devil in disguise...
Dispensing death on demand...
Open 24 hours...
Cash on delivery...
No credit or medical aid cards...
Next narcotics become nessasary...
Nearly annihilate me...
Swiftly...
With nothing left to lose...
I remove the noose...
I decide and choose...Live..
Even if it kills me...
It is said,"He who overcomes will not be hurt at all by the second death. ..
Gracious father...
Help me be my best...
From now till comes...
My last breath...
