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Designed to erode the tower of self
A sand castle of control washed away
All evidence fades
and a man becomes a face
A poster child for what's socially wrong
He falls through the cracks
Plagued by stigma
Scorned by judgemental eyes
He retreats to the comfort of seclusion
A world just outside his mind
"I used to have a life you know
Until the day I found a stone
I packed that stone into a bowl
And well...the rest you know"
Stones. Like chains. The ankles braced.
Lives. Like chalk on blackboards erased
Love. It fades. A demon's in place
A junkies life. Man's worst fate.
the statement that's been made
Your perception shapes what your future creates
~~~~~ A warrior poet rises from the ashes ~~~~~