Each page of life carries a weight- bulldozing the way you might
think you know it all but it just the skim. Words sharp like katana and exuding
meaning as caustic as freshly prepared lye. I pumped in completely –without a
sigh! Cluttered words ravaged into a more vivid & non meaningful fable- my
poor heart just lie afloat; merely reflecting to find meaning to the dark abyss
of existence. I am hollow- my own voice echoes down; ruffling the wild grown leaves to the crevices of my soul, brewed by my venom.
My senses plays dirty tricks with my head- sometimes play flirtatiously with the deep bond of neat spirit or sometimes makin` a buzz as it pleases without a word with my clouded head. Substance ,debauchery seems like the cover art of my life book-dopey eyes, stingy soul ah!. The doors of existence have been whored by people with no interest in my well being-just forked tongued mouth spewing shits. With dim lights from heart, I welcome you all- come and drafted a shitty tale of yours to my life. Just an open book-where my appendixes pages fucks with my index; so in tandem to a non-coherent behavior- insubordination; just chunks of reprise- beautified with your black words. People- do tread on, just gawking my art and touching the pages- never understood the earth which natured my hate for this society. Just breathe- I know my who fits in- who is out- oddly body shapes-weighing my pages more; just mere determination to use a pen to write till the last page.
