This is the first day
This is the last day
I’ve always been alive
I will forever live
GOD lives in me
I am not GOD

Horror is ever bustling for our attention and what’s worse is that once engaged we take on its persona. What’s even worse then is that we believe we have become the very terror we are partaking in. What’s worse still is that the very uglyness we have assumed will pester on trying to gain more time on this earth through us; it’s host.

Has happened
I can’t describe it but I know

Because now
My heart is off

And I have no desire
To turn it back on

I can wait
For someone to turn it

Back on

GOD told me I’m broken
I have a disease which spoils everything I touch
With that comes all my creativity juices gushing forth into disaster
Like an artist I can build beautiful manuscripts but with the slash of a pen burn it down in an aching rot
Fortunately I can steer it into comedy and have a fruitful career
I only dread the comedians suicide
Masking your pit with laughs
Until I’m all dried up and mummified
******* for correcting me

Get me the yellow out of here as my auras a deep blue
I seem to have lost the green dream I was living in whilst passing through gold
Will I ever get rich purple back?
I default to a ****** red in times of black but I’m not sick in my kampf
And what the hells wrong with pink!?