I've created an image.
My decision. To present its beautiful
Virtue.
My head with
Intentions. To end it. Than mend it
But
First gotta hurt you.

May
Mercy immerse you.
In a surface breaking .
Surge creating.
Re emergence of passion

Mind is a weapon.
Word is a heavy sword.
Mental wards.
Trans gender morph
On intentions to get awards.
My head weaponized
Only Dismemberment
Re sets its course.
I'm heading for.
The entrance door.

Waiting for God.
Elapsed seconds. And fever thoughts.
Buying for time
car at a
Parking spot meter box......
These are thoughts.
That creep alot
Like bugs 6 feet deep
In a cedar box........
The plot you don't see alot.
My dad.
My family deaths.
You mean alot.
I really mean you mean alot.

I wanted to be famous.
Among a menagerie of other things.
I thought that my creative
Gifts. Would bless. But something
Truly Puzzles me.
It
Muzzles me. Befuddles me.
Its my own ******* fuckery.
I'm a diamond in the rough
But no one has discovered me.
So **** it.
Let's keep trucking.
Till I **** at what
I thought would bring me luxury

Changing skin like snakes do.
You know I say some
**** that ain't true.
But here's the plain truth
U live in trumps America
If your different
They just hate you.
Diversity is necessary.
But it's rallies
They spread hate through
And claiming that
Its fake news.
While gay dudes
Get choked out
By all the straight dudes
******* hate fumes.
And he can **** you
Get away
By saying that **** ain't true
Black joggers
Get slaughtered.
Black injustice
Finally makes news.
The pandemic
Cure is lysol
Everybody this is
******* great news.
While trump
Goes after China
For re election
Fuckjng great move.
Cold War
Inscription ready.
Flee to Canada.
Well keep you safe dude.
Till than stay tuned
To a wavelength
That I slay througj

Creative equation with space for attraction.
Like satisfaction ain't coming
And I paint it to blackness
Its a way of maintaining
A comfort with sadness
Like kids graduating
Amid the quarantine madness
Ain't even wearing a grad dress
Or a ******. No detox
Just a beat box and a mattress.
Fill my cup of coffee
And be thankful
That I actually have this

Cardiac arrest. Death of a milli second.
Passing through infinity
With diligent intelligence
The bodies militant.
Like America. And 911
It's an inside job.
Thats ******* evident
Did I rock your melon
Blame the president.
I had a change of.
Every second.
Until the heavens
Made me limitless
Now only God x
Can finish this