Infinite pain
The air was still and he stood there feeling unbalanced,
What is this awkward movement, so difficult to manoeuvre,
It kept pushing him front and back like a rocking chair,
Tilting every now and then but nothing was there,
Weird Id say, this invincible force kept pushing him away,
he tried to stay away but the force can't just be bear,
His neck was entangled with this bloody chain,
He should have concentrated when the chance was there,
He looked down to see if his foot was still in place,
he then look upwards with a ridiculous stare,
What purpose is he trying to accomplish by doing such foolishness,
No wonder, he is just a walking corpse not appreciating what he has,
Weakened, he trembled, without any cent to spare,
What answers can he give when its time pronounce his demeaning state,
He can only stand there, listening and agreeing,
for all the things he had been doing, saying, and thinking,
Standing there blaming, pointing fingers at friends,
defending himself by saying that he was framed
by the group who once said to him, "enjoy 'em while you can",
and fell for the tricks many had fallen in depths of despair,
When asked if he had used his hands to give a helping hand,
but he only helped to build an empire to reach his pathetic fame,
the more words came from his mouth, the angrier everyone gets,
the more treacherous he is, the more worse the situation gets,
He always had the feeling that something wasn't right,
he asked his fiends for help and they said to ignore it all the way,
He picked lust over conscience over hunderd over situations,
If he can go back and undid all that was there,
He acted as if he was blind and deaf from what has been created,
the truth that he saw in him and the recitals he kept hearing,
so many verses and point sticks were selling like ice creams,
But you just never listened and you acted like you just don't care..
