slice of life
January 1st 2010

I smell the unpredicted.
If i have the chance i would just bang it
but things are not meant to be now.

I recall my days of salvation
Where i taste the drops of blood
Clean acted.

Where i stand proudly. remorseless.
while they call it mean. inhumane.
Inhale deep the oxygen.

The bodies they have souls.
Them souls taking revenge on me.
They're haunting.
Claiming me to be one of them.

But its not what's stopping me.
I'm not well equipped.
It has to be right or
I'll be jeopardizing people i care.
The vengeance souls they're at wait
on any trace left behind.

This time I'll keep things low.
not even a single movement.
Play along living
as whatever daylight should.