(Debris of empathy laced out to be scarcely a float
Ill gives what I can but your vital at times, vast despise
Statistically known for acting outrage on innocent folks
Or fatally linking yourself to death without knowing

Love is not compatible to their own self knowledge
Unbalanced psyches lead on thought of different tact key
Have no bottle of control hope to spills to absorb it
But in their abyss searching for a skill to contact, plea

Suddenly common sense cured my hate that once brought appeal
Discretion deal I silence to help myself heal in time
The reaper gave me precious time, before I faced the kill
The life religion wasn’t in thought, till I popped a drug crime

Almost overdosed on self-pity, enough pain to fall
Deep into my own past aggression, no guards up at all
By: Tamara "Lefty" Robinson)