Waiting here on this earth,
For what?
My life to start?
My debt from childhood to diminish?
My act is not together!
I know you say, I'll get there.
But let me tell you,
It never starts until you;
Realize that debt,
Money,
Work,
All of this doesn't matter!



In the long run how are you going to die?
With money and satisfaction of greed?
With no experience,
But the only knowledge of;
At least I didn't risk my life so I could get here...

Risk is life,
Never stop risking,
Never stop running from society,
Because once you do,
Your life has ended...

I feel the anger rise within,
Like fire I know I can't control it,
It's burns a hole through me,
I am now the monster I fear,
The monster I can't break,
The monster I can't get rid of,
The monster I know is festering within.

I hear the screams of my family,
They plead with me to stop,
I see their eyes,
So full of sorrow,
And all I can do is be the monster I am.

The itching of not finishing what I started,
The unfinished killing,
The unfinished taste of blood,
I itch for them to stop,
Stop screaming,
Stop pestering,
Stop pushing my limits!
I know what will come next is a demon,
Which is worse than any monster.

The black demon is bold,
It's vicious and cruel,
Always searching for a taste of blood,
Only stopped till the crack of the prized possession,
Or the rip of the human flesh.

Here it comes, I know I feel it,
My loved ones haven't figured out to stop fighting,
Stop!!!
I scream ****** ******,
They can't hear me, I can't even hear myself...

My little sibling throws a punch,
Setting off the one I fear,
The one who growls,
The one who bites the flesh,
The one who scratches, ripping skin...

I don't mean to be cruel,
I don't mean to be rude,
I don't mean to be fierce,
I don't mean to ****.
But here I am doing just that.
I killed the sibling,
Mom,
Dad,
All I'm left with is the tears of depression from my true soul...

I told myself from a young age,
This is how I was,
This is how I live,
This is how I survive,
With an abusive family,
Comes with a defense,
A defense that is under the control of them.

The more you pester,
Bite,
and Kick,
The more you suffer,
Bites,
and,
Hits,
My suggestion to you is;

Keep yourself controlled,
If you desire
never to waste an eternity of hours...

The shadows of the world echoed on the purity of the heavens. The chains of man hung from their place overlooking the freedom of such a one spirit. The golden being which lit the darkness of the world shone vividly through the details of the angel who sped through the air with such grace and elegance, that even the Holy ones on high gazed upon the girl in awe. The sea of the heavens captured the essence of the floating spirit with such magnificence, that even the passing stories of people focused their thoughts on such a girl. The wickedness of the people rest within the beating heart of the heavenly girl, weighing her baggage of life upon such soft graceful shoulders every man wishes to kiss. The chains of man have let her free, and all is needed to complete such an exchange of souls is you, gaze upon her in awe and realize your soul is saved within her fall.

Crisp is in the mountains,
Not kin with the sea,
Empty roads,
Not filled with busy bees,
Blank land forever reaching,
Not buildings forever creeping,
Wind is our sound,
Not sirens that can always be found,
Farm land is our job,
Not something you can rob,
Our sweat and our blood go into the dirt
Not by force, but by our work,
You see a potato, we see home,
Not some random dinner which you can let go,
I know you think the apple is great,
But it has a lot on it's plate,
And I'm sure it doesn't care for you,
As much as this warm potato stew,
Which was grown here in Idaho,
just for me and you...