curves into my solitary world,
crossroads of uncertainty.
my mind is torn into pieces,
everyday i walk this earth.
heavenly Father bless this soul,
buried amongst the scars of hatred.
what do i fear the most?
the man i've become - i'm so confused.
i'm playing tunes of my misery,
isolated in the den of ruthless loneliness.
i'm having visions of my burial,
enemies keep stalking my grave.
poetry is what i live 4,
words from this disoriented pen.
i leave behind a legacy,
a naked path to all those who believe...
in the words from within.
All Rights Reserved. Dravitoz
Modified - 30 September 2008
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