Words From The Gang

There's something growing inside me,
this feeling of hate and demise.

What ever made me feel this way,
maybe so much beer and crime.

This small part of my life,
my life of unimportance,
is hindering my soul from bursting out of my immortal body, forming a cage.

My adolescence, filled of confusion.
The drugs won't stop coming,
the confusion won't stop running,
the lust won't stop coming,
the next I feel, I'm running.

Running from the blood.
Running from the tears.

There's something growing inside me.





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