Some day, you'll see. I'm not who, I used to be. I'm really rough, I'm not down with monogomy. Ill pumel you to the ground, and watch you bleed. As something so simple, comes tumbling, gradually into me. It was lust, and that's all I breathe. I've turned to some sensual symphony.I WAS FUCKED, BEFORE I WAS A TEEN, YES I MEAN THAT LITERALLY . I'm tortured with some fucked up imagery. Every touch, every word, everything I heard, it was mentally draining me from Divinity. What people didn't see, was my humanity, I won't let you mock thee, so my face is stone, don't take that seriously. I'm obsessed with the unknown, yet afraid of my own spirituality. On the daily, I'm questioning, what is happening. Slowly I realize, this is life I see, staring back at me, as I chat with death, about when I leave. She tells me I can't leave early. " Your time, is YOUR TIME, MAKE SURE TO TAKE IT SERIOUSLY, regardless of your parasites, inside you there is still light. So I'm telling you to fight. Don't back down, just not tonight. "
