Journal Journal: poetry
i have no reason for happiness
i am stading alone in my own darkness
thinking of the good days that went by(e)
i`ll remember them before i die
i`m embracing my own darkness
holding it tight like it was my happines
it takes me hours to remember that i`m holding nothing
and to realise my brain and heart are bluffing
holding you now, i can feel that i won`t let you go
i will die in your arms, is something that i know
and now there is no way for me of going somewhere else
i`m sitting here, waiting for god to give me my bless
instead of something to last
god gave me something to blast
and it`s not just about you
now i have a grenade to take me thru
"Where is our FREEDOM in a world full of GATES ?"