The Era

No one will hear my cries.
I'm a boy. Boys aren't suppose to cry.
I'm a boy. Its alright to cry

They stab at my weak spot , because I'm a boy

Everyone is against the boy

Family attempts to control his life , but he resist

The one he cares for only wants his suffering.
Friends aren't friends. They want to prey upon him.
Who would listen to me if I told my story?

They would strike at me for telling my tale
The only thing you can trust to listen to you is words
Words don't judge you.
They only listen and minic.
Who among can prove me wrong?
I doubt it as I type my thoughts

I am the loner and drifter
I am the hate and hated
Bitter and cold I am


         The voices

Listen listen here and now
Listen to the sound of far and when
Hear the voice that speaks your name
Calling upon your submission to its desire
Contenting at its heart's desire
Yes, I hear the dear laughter of your dear

Its sounds sincere , yet better
Ponding at your despair
Survival is what keeps you alive
To die is to surrender to it
Your desmise is its pleasure
You 'll live. You'll be wounded
Thats the price of fighting against the devil

 

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