I always wanted to be a millionaire...
now all I wish for...
is to take that back and have my old life back,
when innocence was printed on my face,
but looking back,
that part of life never existed....
Now I'm just a millionaire with past filled with screams and blood streams that never drys...
Tears enough to raise alligators in...
That what I hold dear hurts me most.
gods have turned their backs on me,
karma died by my hands..
Yet I find strength to wake up every morning,
only to make the world my own hell.
Years of fear and condemnation,
terror has become eyes and ears to everything I touch,
can't even touching my face
afraid my image will betray my consciousness.
I find pain more suitable than daily meal for it allows me to think.
My heart cries storms,
yet I feel the emptiness clouding my judgement as if choosing right will wash away my sorrows.
In the streets,
I walk fast,
eyes on my should ,
trying to catch up with my future,
but then the burden of my past hauls the life out of me...
Terrified of what I have become...
And with each nightfall
I wish tomorrow never to find me...
The world is better without me.
For I reap where evil has grown,
grown enough for my harvest.
