Those whispering echo’s swept along by cold frantic breezes
the wickedness of hearts when a tormented cry can please us.
The doubts! thy thoughts sink within dark waters of contempt
the twisted faces in the crowd hiding the pain with a pretense.
Once I saw the sun kissing the flow in the glow of the rainbow
now the lost of hope with prescription dope I’m unable to cope.
Taste the saltness of pride then feel that hatred building inside
shall death be a solution, less ye’ be faint of heart in resolution.
Cease your feeble sensibilities, harsh un-repenting lacking reality
tarnished souls shall I not weep, one more day that I will not sleep.
The beating hum of wrecked life’s within this gray city landscape
the taint of those who never tried to change what they called fate.