how can i be
if tied behind my back
hands are free
my mind is still lock up
my version is better than truth
ahead lies many paths
pick the one with no lines
set your mind free
you will find solace
be how you can
“I want to stop all the evil around the world” so I whispers to myself. Standing next to the bank by a trash can is a five feet ten inches dark man wearing a black leather jacket with black pants and army issued boots. “It is hundred degrees out here. This is Phoenix -no one [...]
sloppy writings on the wall
still reads between the line
hard to spell the beans
it is only dried ink
the lines are murky at best
explains the hard pain within
learn the lines between the ink
they last longer than the pain
partially drowned in my blood
breathing hard enough to hear my lungs
on the ground searching for air
the taste of sand is grinding my teeth
water is far from reach
i find myself deep in thought
the pipe in my throat is killing me
the blood is left a stain on the floor
i be back for more sometimes
If I suspect anyone and everyone, would that make me paranoid? Then again should I suspect anyone who is not in a “normal” environment or doing an activity that is out of ordinary? How can I be the judge? How would I define suspicious? I have ran into persons who I thought were acting suspicious [...]
