...Of Times This day is full of wrath and anger....
In the morning hath I awaken to the sound of technology.
The mould of the modern world encompassses me left right up down.
I struggle to build from within my self worth, to see the day as a new beginning.
My mind floating in euphoria from the night's dream.
The cursed society opens its cruel jaws to devour me.
I cannot resist, i yearn to break free
Yet i must let it feed on me for my survival depends on it.
This is the day where its teeth glistens with glee.
I will succumb, no doubt.
Dawn had not risen though i must.
The cold dark floor burns deep into my skin's crust.
At seven i must be at my second home.
This place was it to be but not my own.
The pressure it brings itself upon me.
Why does it i do not know.
in the past it came i could not fight.
Each and everyday it becomes my blight.
DAMN IT DAMN IT Why do you bother me?
I have no quarrel with you!!
Did my actions bring forth your birth?
Was it nature's call that i feel your pain?
I have refrained from so much.
Leave me right now leave me to my dust.....
