My world my place,
Is normal to me yet odd to everyone out of it.
My blood on the paths I walk,
Are smeared every were.
I walk on my blood and life,
In my land my world.
Dripping gradually I kiss the stars,
As their light kisses my face.
Everything in here,
To me is trapped in my soul.

My world her place
Reveals a thick layer of wealth.
Superficiality reeks from house to house,
Where a hoax of faces are disguised in glam
The streets she walks upon are concreted in elegance.
In my world, her place
Independence is flushed with value.
The sky she walks under
Is expensive yet comfortable.
Everything in here to her is trapped,
An up town covered fence from reality

His place has value in the heart and hands,
The hands which built and the hands which fight
It is erected in a man made world,
But it crumbles away…
So this place which scars us all and the people in it,
Bears on me like a big weight of respect.
Sometimes drugs jump on us as do the alcohol,
Spilling life out of the youth.
Unnatural killer it is,
Giving no comfort and smiles just dead laughs.

Her place lacks in heart,
where his place gains euphoria.
Smiles becomes power,
humanity balances one realm.
Two dimensions, one world
are so remotely divided.
Outsiders in one heaven,
strangers in one sphere