Wilderness in the darkness

Taught me how to be brutal

Snatched away all my sympathy and sewed in me seeds of apathy.

It held me tight in bondage

And turned me into a slave of vanity, lust, rape and murder

Wandering in the streets

No bulb or candle can illuminate my inner personality

It seems the reality is the past

And the past is the reality to me.

I argue my conscious with anger whenever I’m told to change and stop being a loser

And I allow the devilish whispering voices with a ghost smile between my teeth to blur my focus

But being young is an opportunity

It does not last forever,

So I shouldn’t act stupidly because I at least know that

The end of suffering does not judge suffering so there will be no end to suffering.

BY OBED SHYAKA