An arduous journey thru
Life's compromising convictions...
A puzzle...a maze of strife;
Crying a constant sound
Painfilled highway of Laments....
With not a soul around.
At least it understands
Thurst for passion to be quenched...
As I gaze upon a barren land.
And hell makes it's prescence known
As air expells from my lungs......
Despair becomes my home.
