my mental is way beyond my description my conviction of appearance is self centered around my affliction of afflicted burns done by my own hands wicked thoughts surround my Ora as I walk on gods earth the past reminds me everyday the scars I bear out of fear I kill all emotions with care so be worth my words

I want to be the stupidity of my sanity I want the world to get the best of me I want immortality because being mortal doesn't make sense to me every time I inhale breathe its vengeance destroying my present leaving a hole in the center of me I feel like a darkness filled room with painful corners instead of a memory of a photo with no boundaries what does life have in store for me I don't know