Exhaling Cloud, Burned ashes Ah! Stigmatic Fragrance
Loosing that valuable breath with every hit of addiction
Drop of ice cube chiming the glass of untamed alcohol
Ocular around faces of friends and voices of giggles
Suffocating heart uproars in pains in the circle of laughs
Scared to downfallen kingdom of future, a lost Emperor
Every struggle of rising, feels step of quicksand beneath
Fading magnitude of hope rupture within charisma of death
Stigma on own blood is a growing cancer of scar within.
Protect the pillars of family, the uncompromised promise
Curse of living photograph the army of inner demons
True sovereign oath conqueror of the battle within
Outspoken wisdom of the two minds! A Confused Prophecy
Walking life of scenic labyrinth for that bright outlet
Voice of a prophet or an intoxicated alcoholic
Life is fun when you hold death and run with
Every fighter has that one last swing
~Lenji Jacob
