Black skin

This skin is a curse
It’s a burden of untold sins
It is borne not without prejudice

Under the shadow of this skin
My aspiration to be free expires
Forever lost in the mirage of youth

How do I think free?
When the shadow remains?
Maybe when I've done eternal time
I will ascent with a new skin

For who will free me
from the shadow of this skin

Cold

It seems u grow cold
As you grow old
Stuck with broken dreams
And a mute pursuit of happiness
There is not much to marvel
Your solitude is a blinding darkness
And friends grow fewer
As the coldness looms large

Is it the broken dreams?
Is it life's arid emptiness?
Is it the man within?
Grown suicidal self mutilating
Where did the warmth go?