there is beauty in it
but what is it
to grow old
lose my hair
is there real beauty in it?
pains and creaks
my bones like a rusted robot
needing to be oiled
a forgotten soul
dumped in the endless pool
of mothballs and medicine
to lay in bed
see the future that was so bright
now a fading memory
the hearts i stole
i repent to the lord
hoping he will hear my cry
my eyes are closed
as my soul moves closer to that
bright, white light.


....dark skinned like a fiend
"i'll rock yo body, like im stonin you" -Lord Quas