I know I write like shit,
but I know this world and I laugh
This is a poem that will not rhyme,
you're not worth it, neither am I.
I smell the curses of the past.
I see the ghosts and hear the lies.
If borrowed be a debt within
I owe so much, still won't let that rhyme.
Narrowness, and solemn walks, time alone,
Time to judge.
Death takes man to a sudden place,
life leads man to decisions and...
A narrow path with a silent curve, time to think, time to thrive.
Amongst the crowd influences thee,
Lies and barter seduce you too.
Let your crimes be your own dear man.
Pay only for your own or go to hell with them.