Kai

Needle truth is never easy, especially on this trail, a cold fish knife cleaving, held towards my eyes, believe me no child’s game, a flash of blinding light, what am I supposed to feel, enduring all these days, fighting a man who screams, is constantly in flight, afraid of ahame or change, a wrongly filtered guy, lost on love’s lost wheel, what makes him delay, a turn on fevered wheels, woulds he better dream, face down all his pain, before i bust his knees. grin at my old trade ?