M Y - P O E T R Y

City of the Apocalypse.

Broken minds, in broken lives... that are kept inside this city.
Don't leave me here with all your dead, I have to break away, get free!
I'm living with the tatters, of a nuclear holocaust,
The children of the apocalypse, survived and came in force!
The dregs of civilisation... left to their devices,
Left in need, left to die and bleed, Left in pure crisis!

The crime, it just won't stop, the filth moves round in packs!
I gotta find a way to leave, to rise to peace from all the crap!
Leave the shame and hatred, that resides so far below,
I'll rise to 14,000ft, to leave this over repeated and bloody show!
Out of death and starvation, the fighting and corruption,
I've gotta leave and make a change, maybe i'm the one to stop them!

A body falls in front of me, it's just another death to count,
Them bounty hunters stalk me down, i'm always followed round!
Give me a sign, then i'll keep some faith. Coz i lose it day by day!
I've lost hope in this city, for long ago i became the prey...
The prey of a district overwhelmed by pain, We're stuck inside can't feel the rain!
No, we don't feel the wind upon our face, so i'm gonna leave, it'll make a change!

©1997 Insanity Inc. ©1997, black heart. H.Luck.

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A short disclaimer :
It has been known for people to take offense to my poetry...
And think i'm a twisted black individual... who is arrogant and distasteful...
This is not true (well, for the most part!) and if you do find anything i write offensive,
please, please don't write to me and tell me, or complain.
As a poet, i have poetic licence! :) ... i'll write what i want,
and if you don't like it... Don't read it!!! :)


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