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Empty On the Inside

At times I feel like I'm Judas
Who gave up and betrayed
I feel like I'm trapped in a cage,
Slaved and made ready for trade
I feel like I'm raped and abused
And all infected with aids
Paralysed and standing on the blood stained
Side of the blade

At times I feel like words,
Moments before they are erased
Determined to mean something
But deprived of praise, deserved
No wonder I choose to put on a smile, 
While my soul dies inside
We all wearing masks,
And mine has a face called 'everything's aight'

At times I feel like a carcass,
Being sucked by flies
More like an infant that cries
After being circumsized
And my nights? Are all filled with hatred
My hearts' aching, I keep believing I might never make it
I deserve to hang naked, 
On the balcony of hell
With six pieces of my flesh,
Locked up on a cell
Because I'm still a sinner, 
I still drown in this mud of guilt
But I'll never keep my eyes off the church 
Christ wants me to build

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Heartburn

It's not heartburn, I can actually feel flames in my heart burn
Keeping me awake at night as I toss and turn
I feel you in my soul and wonder if I should keep this candle lit
Because sometimes I sense that my thoughts
Are endlessly dragging me to a bottomless pit
A pit far away from the very person that awakened my spirit
I cry for the joy to come,
For in my mind's eye I have seen it
Everyday it's too much effort to smoothen the frown on my face
How can I, when I know I can be happier in another time and place
I know I ought to live, as much as I ought to give
Yet its been a give and take,
Because during adolescence, I somehow lost my will to believe
I was dead, as far from life as the North is to the South
But I've come back to life because your words constantly give me Mouth to Mouth
How do you manage to do the things you do?
Why do I allow myself to be caught in a snare planted by you?
If we stay friends, we could be together forever, and play
Because 'More Than Friends' always has a price to pay
Which only the strong minded can bear
What is LOVE but a catalyst for insanity
What is LIFE but preparation for eternity
But if Jesus had to die so we can be saved
Then maybe I'm willing to endure any pain, 
Planted on this path that we've already paved

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Insomnia

The cold chills sting my shivering flesh in the midst of these thoughts,
Mixed emotions drown in a bowl of confusion as I turn and toss,
In the night I can't sleep, during the day my mind's not here,
Step by step into the darkness it disappear

Loneliness embraces me as I search for meaning
Because most of the times im not winning, I'm screaming

Is life a sequence of tragic events,
With So much talent and hope fading into realities of regrets
How should we justify this evil so random,
So many seeds.......hopeless and planted into condoms

Where is this place that my heart can call home,
Even this wealth that i acquire is not mine when im gone,
Beer and sex make me happy in the during.....miserable in the morning,
Only when i get on my knees praying,
Can I silence the confusion when i  answer to my calling

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Who Are You and What Do You From Me

Its amazing how I can close my eyes,
And still see your face
When suddenly I don't know u so much
In my heart for you to have a place
How can I get rid of the thoughts that remind me still
Of how u made me feel
I got so many questions in my closet
And a mouthful of skeletons to kill
I desperately want to escape, out of my mind
Out of my own skin
Back to Christ so I can be redesigned
Or rather, I wish I could find, somewhere in my voice
A tune that will make you remember the love, laughs and the joys
The noise in my head is forcing my mind's eye to doubt
And Christ said 'If it causes you to sin, gorge it out'
I want to, but i dont want to forget you
I dont want to forget the only thing to me so true
I think im also addicted to the pain
I dont want to forget us lest i got nothing to keep me sane
Because last night i spent another night on my own
So tonight its either you love me or you leave me alone

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The Maze to Meaning

The future hides behind a veil of mist,
Like stars submerged beneath a boundless sea,
I reach with trembling hands, yet only twist
In circles, chasing what I cannot see.

The road ahead, a labyrinth of stone,
Each turn a question left without reply,
The walls are tall, the corners stand alone,
The echoes of my footsteps wonder why.

Creator placed us in this world, a maze,
Where every step is both a loss and gain,
A puzzle carved by hands we cannot trace,
Whose answer lies beyond our earthly pain.

We walk through night, in search of dawn’s embrace,
Our purpose like a flame we barely hold,
Yet in the darkness, we are taught to chase
The warmth of something greater, something bold.

For every shadow speaks a silent word,
Each trial, a map to guide us through the strife,
We find ourselves not in what’s often heard,
But in the whispered breath of unseen life.

And maybe, at the end of this great quest,
When pieces fall in place beneath our hand,
We’ll find the One who set us on this test—
The puzzle solved, the answer gently stands.

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Threads of Tomorrow

Fate weaves the fabric of our fleeting days,
Like tangled threads beneath a weaver’s loom,
I pull the strings, but do they shift or stay?
Or does the hand that guides belong to doom?

I wonder who decides the dawn’s new light—
Is it my heart, or some far distant star?
Each step I take feels more like borrowed flight,
The ground beneath me both so near, so far.

Sometimes the sadness falls like autumn leaves,
A quiet rain that washes joy away,
Yet still, the wind of time forever weaves,
And whispers that tomorrow might be gray.

I miss the days when time was but a toy,
When mornings bloomed like flowers in the spring,
Now shadows chase the innocence of joy,
And every choice seems tied to everything.

Do I have reign, or am I just a pawn
Moved by a force too vast to understand?
The road ahead is both a dusk and dawn,
And I can only guess where it may land.

What waits beyond the door I cannot see?
Do stars return to where the darkness lies?
Or does the soul break free, like wind through trees,
To dance beneath eternity’s wide skies?

Confusion wraps around me like a shroud,
I strain to glimpse what’s hiding in the haze,
But still, the threads of fate are tightly bound,
And I am lost in destiny’s long maze.