the free for the free
the prison cell is calling me
when death approaches that's what my future will be
gone through temporary restraint
my mind is empty like a promise from someone who sells cocaine
greed gradually tempting me from a higher to a lower state
passion and emotions turn to hate
when i'm gone nothing else will matter
any grief or sorrow is spatter
intensive words mere passivity in my suffering head
personal responsibility in the world is dead
world is turned up
reality check closes mouths up

Mara SalvatruchaDemon

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smoke-and-mirrors-8/