Emtpy

Emtpy:

Why is my existence so perfect with dark places?
And why do I no longer care?
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
what is it about the shadows that draw my spirit in?
The damnation?
The isolated darkness?
I would give up my Stygian soul to know.
String orchestras plays sad sounds……
violins, viola, cellos, string basses fill the air with moods of blue.
Memory haunt my vacant days Sleepless nights,
dreadful dreams, are haunting me.

Panic
rage
Runs through my body
the devil is trying to get in.
Prayer is my weapon;

faith gives me peace of mind, to stop the demons from taking over.
Depression knocks me down,
Grace picks me back up.
The pastor told me to be strong,
but the lord lays mercy on my soul,
wishing life was a bowl of cherries.

Why is my existence so perfect with dark places?

And why do I no longer care?
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
What is it about the shadows that draw my spirit in?
The damnation?
The isolated darkness?
I would give up my Stygian soul to know.
My Heart beat races at formula 1.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old voice of my heart.

I am.

I am.

I am.

The sound I hear from it.
It don’t cost much to pay attention to me.
gotta straight up like fresh printed dollar with
str8 up posture,
she was my chick
but

she flew away with my heart.
im a rooster,
cant leave the hen house.
These poor hungry sad days I want to turn in to thanksgiving,
but there are more birds in this thanksgiving.

Take me for who I am and love me for wat im not.
I used to adapt to people,
but I learned that it’s a lot better to b myself from jump.
12 dozen of orchids grow thru the cracks of concrete.
A lot of the things I say will go over ur head but u can catch them before
they hit the ground.
My grips broke and I fell from my love high.

Objects of simplex affection,
expressions that still show disappointment.
I don’t mistake heartbreak for phobia,
Whereas fear is a gift from God to be used for self-preservation.
Strategically placed in my life,

she one of many opposers of my positive existence.
Innuendo, glorification with my pain.
dead spirits life in my lines.
It’s easy to get locked up and die.
My veins are filled with the blood of a man.

A rush of blood to the head plays out the speakers. Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms. I change more each day. Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away. My sad 2morrows. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing. Life is pleasant, Death is peaceful, it’s the transition that's troublesome. The absence of love is the most abject pain. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. my heart once Filled with angels, lie empty but I want these angels to get up and clap at this notes closing credits. containing nothing; having none of the usual or appropriate contents, vacant; unoccupied, without force, effect, or significance; hollow; meaningless, containing no elements; null; void. sticky in the jar but no honey inside, my heart….Empty.