30 October 2012

Desolate Direction


embroiled into my mind multiple haunting memories ,tho my preference is peace PTSD is my life sentence
tears non-existent for an indictment that causes no sorrow, fearless of hell while already in attendance
Life forever spent inside of a social cell turns worse while locked in solitary confinement
attempt made vain if we can't help a self-deceptive society, deny criticism deny improvement
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the light that led my life decided to fade black, lost most of me overseas the rest died while i was back
was imprisoned to my image now I'm confined by compassion, people teach a lot of talk then nullify through action
social confidence devoured by dogs deny defeat refuse to turn back, empathy turned into reality refute this idea as abstract
war indefinitely within my subconscious past mistakes that form distraction, isolate from hate but follow love and forever travel the right direction