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Shallow is my soul for it has no meaning of worth,standing still within myself yet on top of a shadow of another,bring my reality to extinction for my vision is false,drink my own blood for a beast devours me,hurt I feel for no presence of a gift cannot be,a warrior I am but only to realize weakness controls me,humiliation washes my love away quick for anger to replace it,I’m not human not from mental or feelings but of spiritual proof,many lives lived were work,sick thoughts bring killer crave,deep down my hunger for death rises,a smile I have is real yet it turns into a false future,I want more or less I don’t know I am lost,translation becomes gibberish so nobody understands my spiritual job,this humanity I live this body I live is becoming expired,be fruitful he says yet no seed of mine has been planted and if it has sprouted than life has butchered,*** you I hate you I rather kill than be peaceful or use my fist,everyday is a struggle for me to not release death upon people.
WARNING : Not a poem it’s my truth well his truth,so read it careful and seriously.
GOD FORGIVE ME
