stop with the games
you fuel me up with rage
i need to leave the cage
i need an outer space
don't erase me
contemplate a serious facing
mutilate the pride contending
speak to me with eyes of glaze
years discourage pleasing others
leaves attention in the gutter
looking for a place to settle
in the search of ground so subtle
impressions lost like years in trying
younger minds keep rise in multiplying
your existance they deny now
struggle lifts survival to the grave phase
the sepultura of amazing no escaping
consciousness awaits the trial tribulation
hoping only for the crown of long existance
Submission Name: blind child
