Until the pages of this book are filled-
With emptiness
I'm still
Suspended by a thread-
Expecting nothing less
I feel
My kindred little ways
I know how my story ends
Like me
Its not your gift to choose-
I know your going to loose
Like me
This futile circumstance-
You never had a chance
Like me
I'm here
Walking in a city that is red again
I'm here
Living with the dead again
Knowing why I'm here again
Like me
Oh its not your gift to choose-
I know your going to loose
Like me
Oh this futile circumstance-
You never had a chance
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
I can stay here, forever!
The hell is racist gifts, remember!
I see my self with desperation!
This silent night of realization!
I fall!
I fall!
Like me
Oh its not your gift to choose-
I know your going to lose
Like me
Oh this futile circumstance-
You never had a chance
Like me