Not my usual style, but I had to clear my head. And writing a verse is the best way to do that.
Feedback appreciated as always.
My fire never expires? Yeah; ‘cause I live in hell...and just dwell...
That’s life under the sun; hail equals betrayal and the horizon fails...
Door of hope lacks a key hole, so if we want to be whole...
We need to look for that key embedded in the door’s soul...
Apparently there is a button that should be pressed....
But how am I supposed to do that if I’m feeling depressed?
I’m not giving up, in, or a damn; I’m giving nothing, yeah I’m cold...
Wanna know why? ‘Cause nobody gives me something to hold...
I’m supposed to treat others how I want to be treated, I get that...
They treat me like shit; so they want me to treat them like that...
I don’t like that no –but humanity is just a disguise for beastiality...look...
I don’t get how the truth is naked, when I’m judged by how I look...
Well look: that’s the same as looking at a cover and judging a book...
If justice get’s served? Then who the fuck is this so called cook?...
We’re supposed to live hand in hand; well then hand me a helping hand...
Instead I get high when you hand me an L before I can fucking land...