the food is tasteless,

silent words with no meaning,

loud screams of despair,

an empty heart,

a poluted mind,

are we alive?

maybe we are just surviving,

on a world filled with creatures.

ever lasting darkness,

a pigeon loses his compass,

people with no morals,

unjust system...

am I myself,

or am I you?

sometimes it rains,

other times it hails,

me, myself and I,

the triad of sin,

a black sheep.

to live is to find confort,

in the embrace of death.

as i walk down the alley,

the smell of rot invades my nostrils,

such is the guilt we carry,

great is the sin of man.

repent not tomorow but now,

love in the present,

for the future may never come,

for people like me and you.

a world where we could be ourselves,

is an utopia,

so, wear a mask,

wear many masks,

be a chameleon,

adapt and overcome.

to be kind is to be brave,

to forgive is to be strong.

so i'm everything but that,

i am a coward,

i am weak,

i am just one of many,

cattle in a slaughterhouse.