Since my mothers Little stunt I feel That my Hometown of Almonte Is feel with evil clowns And demons We all Foat down Said one of the clowns ******* fun house
What is an empath I person who neurologically Feels emotions of other people You cannot hide from them As I am one I have felt the emotions Of myself And another Since I could cognitively remember
I find That dreams Are your ******* meter To measure your Stress levels The wieder the dream And The more stress you have in your Life Don't worry As it meNs your alive The same as pain
Laughter is the Languages Of the soul Dreams are junk Food for the mind Delicious Nightmares Are like a meat Or protein shake Taste bad But won't **** you Just makes your soul stronger
As i lay in a cold sweat Cold from A nightmare I feel dread And fear I try to Tell myself its a Pile of dog **** Not real But I feel it was very real As a bolt from my bedroom
Dear Islamah Who was to be My daughter But will be a figment Of my mind I will always love you Your father would have loved you But your in the same realm As him I will never hold you in my arms But only in my dreams
There stands before A window stands An old woman In a walker She is dying And is sent to the hell Fire And she know it As she stares into space She deeply thinks And meditate On the sins she Has so viciously Committed She feels the burning in her Feet as if in hell All ready A tear rolls from her Eye As she knew she Hurt the people she loved
These Crimson tears I begin to shed Are not the result of A virus Or bacteria but from Being plagued and haunted By my horrific past The first two years of my life Tortured by islamic jihadis The adoptive mother could give A **** less Being bullied for my Past and Blood Broken relationships These Crimson tears Are the result of Years of torture
