Poem -

Closer

Revelations coming to fruition within this tarnished mind, my true purpose still not willing to shine.

This world fuels pure anger as we all try to pretend we care but yet progress into selfish strangers in the end.

For those who cross me or have, I feel bloodshed is the only currency my heart and mind can accept.

MURDER

Revelations coming to fruition within this tarnished mind, my true purpose still not willing to shine.

This world fuels pure anger as we all try to pretend we care but yet progress into selfish strangers in the end.

For those who cross me or have, I feel bloodshed is the only currency my heart and mind can accept.

DANGER

I cohabitate in The New Testament’s times, but I live and abide by The Old Testament, an eye for an eye!

I cannot lose more than what I’m owed, I cannot happily accept taking it up the ass, I rather live in death than in handcuffs.

Don’t tread on me, I’m not the one, I bite back, I will gladly sacrifice myself to gain my mental-health.

SUICIDE

I cohabitate in The New Testament’s times, but I live and abide by The Old Testament, an eye for an eye!

I cannot lose more than what I’m owed, I cannot happily accept taking it up the ass, I rather live in death than in handcuffs.

Don’t tread on me, I’m not the one, I bite back, I will gladly sacrifice myself to gain my mental-health.

DEATH

But before I take my own life, I will return to the list, I will dictate the ones who forced the fist, I will smile as the knife I twist.

I’m not a sheep, nor do I have a shepherd, I’m not anyone’s muse, I will snap once under unnecessary pressure.

My pleasure will be met, before my freedoms are threatened, your  endeavors won’t come before my treasures, I bow to no one! 

ACCEPT

But before I take my own life, I will return to the list, I will dictate the ones who forced the fist, I will smile as the knife I twist.

I’m not a sheep, nor do I have a shepherd, I’m not anyone’s muse, I will snap once under unnecessary pressure.

My pleasure will be met, before my freedoms are threatened, your  endeavors won’t come before my treasures, I bow to no one! 

R.I.P

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