…….In the mirror, or eye to eye with another, I cuss god to his face for my mother, brother, father sisters and grandmother; I feel emptiness and dark, can’t get internal flints to spark, life has left too deep of a mark, taste in mouth tart, from Speaking truths to chaos, only adds to chaos if listeners are unworthy, they’ll claw at the hands of any hero attempting to free them as they scurry, hopefully my death will come in a hurry, for I’ve suffered enough, an escape camouflaged as death, the aim is to rest in a tomb, a corpse doesn’t need much room, my life has left me graciously awaiting my doom, too much has been taken away, I’d rather be born a old man with a head full of gray, it feels like an evil spirit follows closely just to make sure I pay; for what I know not, I’m not innocent of crimes but I am innocent of evils and stirring it’s pot, umbilical cord should have became my noose when I dropped, it feels like all of creations has been an enormous flop.