She’s just under the upper hand, goes mad for a couple grams and she don’t wanna go outside, tonight. ‘cos in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and sell love to another man. It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly.

I am pride. I am discouragement.
Self loathing, but egotistical, an ignorant fuck.
An average heathen who just waits for their turn to speak.
Convinced in thinking they know when their end will be.

But I am shit no different and no better.
Similar skin stretched over similar bone.
I want answers for coming days.
I want a reason for what was and what will be.
I try to look to no god, nor any man.
I see that a weakness at best.
But in our dire moments we need something to blame.
We turn to a light we will never see

You need me more than I need you.

I wish that was true, I wish that was true.

Faith is humanities answer for the fear they can not face.

A fear that we are with out purpose, that we are truly alone.