the shadows start following my every move pushing away my guardian angel, grabbing hold of every inch of flesh barely grasping hold of the bones beneath my skin, just before jumping off the skyscraper of which is called excellence
Off to bed depressed again what a ******* surprise. Off to dream a pleasing fantasy which may never be. Off to awake in a reality of which will always be.
Oppressed memories caused by haunting shades of thought which despise happy faces in this sheltered world man against, never for fighting unnecessary murderous battles for which no one hails victory
A mark of good times Why am I still alive Contemplating life In this illusion Makes me think twice About dreams of imprecision Held down by unjust benefits
surpassing lies with agony irrelevant souls embracing powerful words marking ridges of impatience for he who stands above others exhaling jolting like a lightning bolt instilling accomplished power and greed