live my days in fear of tomorrow,
a brand new day with brand new sorrow,
the circle ive travelled in every way,
tainted and corrupted in tatters i lay.
For where do i turn if the circles the same?
caught in this life and played as a game.
familiar smirks behind green eyes,
the muted echoe of my subconscious cries.
the gutters awash with blood and bile,
i hunger to rid this taste so vile,
the sweat and grime from societys grip,
leave my prison and the flesh you rip.
I pray to sleep and in sleep i escape,
fleeing from torture and spiritual rape.
floating away on the wing of my dreams,
no-one to fear and ridded of schemes!
