So much to save myself from

so much to find in this slum

this lie that we call life

this pain that we breathe called strife

everyone abides in pure exasperation

with every breath drawn is some frustration

the salvation of our own hope is deeply forgotten

for every inch of our spirits has started to rotten

vitality has ceased to have understanding

and each of our hearts become so demanding

our bodies long for anothers warm grip

someone to drink away our sorrows sip by sip

the wait slowly appears to get longer and longer

our so called strength can’t get any stronger

then, our mind begins its total isolation

and tries to be nothing but what it’s always been

God’s creation