Hatred toward life, people.

Hatred a state of mind?

So much pain.

Colors are pain?

The Chocolate brown sky brings terror to me.

Or

Is it the smoke filled sky that scares me?

Too much pain in this world.

Hatred against a religion.

Nobodies better.

Dead bodies lie in my old foot steps.

Now only remembrance of the suffering of me that fears others.

But the courage of some

that stand up for who

and what they are.

Stricken down to the ground.

Food.

There is no such word.

Stomach the size of a coin.

Not eating. Ha. Ha.

Snow. Snow.

****** Snow  lies in my stomach.

If I Keep………….

Life, sickness, pain,anguish.

No

Stay positive they say.

Ha.

Life is hung by ropes around me.

Cooked in a huge oven.

Their souls cry for help.

Their sad souls  go to the sky.

To God.

The paint to see.

Fear of death?

Yes.

The sky dark brown.

Scared?

Yes.

Waiting for my time to head to the sky.

But what path will I take?