pieceof8

I breath it in, I breath it out.
I drink it down, I spit it out.
I look for torture, I look for love, I look for acceptance, and I turn to drugs.
I look for fortune; I look for fame, any little thing to dull the pain.
I look in the mirror it makes me mad.
The gods played a trick they crated me sad.
Can you see what I am looking at ?

My bodys a temple.
Soul housed, inside.
Batterd,beaton,joy a disguise.

My life,so young.
My body, so old.
I cant afford to keep,paying the toll.!