cooperation is conceived
take a moment to breath
from the pressurisation of greed
am I about to implode, from this world I concede
emotionally struck deeply incensed within!
I cannot consume this torture o’more
still I say good morning with a with a smile or grin
I want it to end, the strife that I am in
In pain each day, am miserable, not desired
tears held back, torturous brain, ecliptically sane
if I am free from these chains would I come here again?
I scream and cry, yet I try to hide
the hurt is too deep to pretend; I am so tired
it’s a dead give away, people not sure what to say
they go quiet and idle away, just another day
Irrelevant consummation as ‘king James’ once said
alone in this torture with nowhere to go
No one to talk with just a black hole
