When I was asleep
In the bright days
of my lonely stays
But soon I was drenched
As the thunder roared
with loud bangs
But soon I was scared
With pain of the dead
facing the mad
I realized:
I could not rhyme like Eminem
I realized:
I could nor play like Mustain
Or Sing like Corey
I realized:
I could not paint like Picaso
Think like Hawking
Or be a hero!
Black Sheep:
Of the world,
which turns its back-
Of the bonds,
which stabs the back-
Never will anyone,
look through
Cause the veil of strength,
Just another facade
to pull through
What I crave
is not what I need
What I need
is in the grave
I am Brutus
Torned between my loyalties
To self
&
To realities
I wish to be Caesar
Guided by self
To tame the rebel
Into the stable
Maybe its like this for all
Torned between lusting pleasures
& rusting needs
Or maybe I am the only damned
Bound to be the only scammed!