Somewhere

Number 1

Failure is a state of mind, many has felt it burn their visions down to ashes,
just the few had made it past its transformations,
and when things change, so it's bonding,
to a more secluded and lost place in this forgotten world.

There is nothing to do anymore,
nothing
better to move out and remember it while it last.

that miniature statue we pray,
please, pour it with more of your tears,
cause it's all you have in common.

Three days have passed and the territory seam hostile as fuck, or so i think it looks,
gangs and drunkenness everywhere, houses infested with termites and cockroaches,
the streets, such a dark and desolated place at night, all consumed by those creeps who feed from our desires, those sexually activated by our animal instincts, the more one can eat and the more one can handle, using all those around you to get what you want, oh the feast, when our ignorance has come to a level of no return, and one sees the misery of someones joys, while making the fool of themselves, hungry, beaten, weak.

And nowhere so see a burst of light, no inspiration to continue but to look for that hook and get hooked in the process, the vices of our brutality, of coming to this world without any flame that can consume it's existence, no flame that can spark rebellion and rebel against themselves and fire up their mentality and find a way out of their misery, and find the education one needs to get ahead of others worst than you.

in here, somewhere in this shithole, a precedence happened, a guy with skills in a game done to satisfy those around me, is just doing that, satisfying the needs of the many by doing what he has done all his life, and making it happen for some who are in control of his fate, as long as he continues to score.

yet, coldness and hunger invades my thoughts and there is one thing i can do, and it's to find a job, forget about the world, and see if dead is doing something else in the moment, so i can write more, or complain more, or do what i do with this little time i have left.