I pray I make it back to my origin with my mental health
My guts Broken and shattered like the mirror
My eye balls have run dry making these tear drops
I have become a fugitive in my home and an outlaw in thine eyes
Stuck in this sand of time as I loose track of reality
Lost my hopes, begging for a penance at whatever cost

I have become watchful as suicide hovers above my thoughts.
For something I know totally nothing about I innocently carried the cross
Silent while my heart is sore and shredded into pieces
It seems being the good guy has become a taboo
Looking at where religion has placed me makes me question His supremacy
Lurking these emancipated streets has earned me the lone wolf
Searching for the fallen star so I can make a wish


Whatever love or happiness left in me has given way for hatred and anger
I rather die in solitude than surrounded by friends
Replaying the scene of how my breath will be taken away for the tenth time
I feel the adrenaline rushing upoj through my veins
Recognizing the glasses before I could see his eyes 
Dark, sunken and filled with hate but his heart even darker
Could it be today as I patiently await the cold hands of death


How graciously the sheep has fed with the wolves
That I know not who I have grown to become
He gave up hopes of survival as he knew it was time
And before he could move, the sound


I have lived different life times
Shed eight lives as I await the final
Hoping I never have to live a life of lies 
A thousand tales will lay peacefully beside me
I have cried in the rain and danced to the rhythm of the wind
I admire the stars above and have conversed with few on earth
Lost in my thoughts
Laughed and partied with my demons
While stuck in my forever hunting past
There must be a place of peace for me after here
A reward for this torture,
A life without a purpose
And if there isn't a better place after here
I want it to be fast without seeing my life flash pass

I walked the earth searching
For the impossible
I fought hard craving for what I probably might never see
At the point where both world meet I sat
Emancipated like the labourers of Solomon's mine
Lost in my beliefs with these de ja vu
The tenderness of my bleeding heart
Punctured and fading like the shooting star
Unlike the shooting star it fades without a purpose

I am Lost
Patiently waiting for the sunrise to guide me
For this time my life might fade with the sunset
A puppet without a purpose
And a soldier without a mission I have become
I silently listen as the crickets sings my Ode
But this time they seem so high above me
In what gathering shall I dine tonight
In what body will I be reborn

-Stephen Oshioma Imoyera