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Dec 2013
Close friends ask me why I'm grafted towards evil...your religion,science cultures, and ****** behaviour hold no substance the end of all these is war destruction and death...my conclusion...in a world caught in a storm..where hope is abundant but there are no lights on..though it may be considered wrong..the dark is where I belong!...I rather sit still in the quietness of the night..than to wonder aimlessly blinded by light!..everything is unclear **** trying to see,I'm not grafted towards anything I'm just being me!I can love unconditionally and I can **** without concious..not bothered by life not concerned with death...balanced!with eyes open the light only blinds..believe within yourself in nothingness the truth you will find!I cycle life growing week as a strength monger the only thing that breaks my meditation is hunger...80s.
kirklefrance
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kirklefrance  Bahamas
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