After awhile you feel like it's the same old song and dance whether you like it or not. Try to break free and your Spirit is squashed.

Sentenced To Life


Tossing photographs

Across the floor

A suicide king

His crazy whore

Looking back

Nothing changed much

So in poverty and ruin

We remain untouched

It's twelve a.m.

My daughter cries

I fill her belly

And dry her eyes

My song is muted

By this intense pain

For tomorrow

We must pose again.


     Ciera S. Louise