Once Was Lost...

(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)