Voices

Here it comes I stayed against the walls, with my ears itching with pain, pass comments, voices and arguments. All this I hear is foreign, people with black faces tend to be all roses, but happen to be thorns with animosity towards me. As I inhale tho good vibe and exhale the poison that attacks my body, I rise against the waters, and preach my dedication. Thoughts running through my head, these people starting to become feds watching my every move, these demons of the past, seem to creep up in a flash.Try to break away from the dark light of these people. Trying to seize between the islands and deserts. My heart, my mind and soul need to be cleared of the confusion and poison that attack my body, like a snake who's poison venom leaves me for dead. Cold and rotten to the core I knew before, what I was meant for.