Every day out into the world

Open heart arms unfolded to beckon a hug

received by pointed fingers grimaced accusations

Observe others judge like gods with shrines and portraits

To worship the ego, the self demon stealing biters

faux writers of falsity and facade empty words

From shallow voices talking about fashion but lack style

In demeanor or manner, tactless but wealthy

Unhealthy money connected to the dirt of stepping

On the heads of people, arrogant great fortune

Shunned outside as a stray dog pavement special

Throw the bitch a bone perhaps she is hungry

I’ll chew on it like my gums holding back the tears

Or at least I tried but outside shocks me every time

I go there and return older, bitter icy wind walking home

Not even the sun wants to warm the dull ache

In my core came to warn me but ignored as usual

Hopeful to meet someone different yet there is no

Such thing as kind only blind tyrants leading

Tomorrow into the end of the time this place is

Full of faithless fools phony they disgust me

Plastic knives don’t cut deep but it still hurts to be stabbed

From the front and from the back fake bloody movies

Actors pretenders of the light but in real life

Poverty of the spirit poor rich influence to which

Everybody listens a follow for a follow hollow

Vases and cabinets full with no substance

The shine is for decoration it is not gold

How glittery and bright righteous bold bolt

driver won’t look back as I am crying

left eye leaking means sadness I thought

Of course, but I was wrong. I won’t look back either

The scene is the same outsider left out

Into myself further away growing lonelier

Harder but less doubt it is cold outside now I am colder.