What happens when you dream past Death?
Looking into a future while focused on a past coercing my feet to go into a Recess?
Lost in the habits where I eject,
All of the feelings In my heart I truly Detest?
Fuck this test God wanted to put me under!
I have words striking like Thunder!
More like lightening,
When I’m enlightening another through the Darkness,
My eyes suffer!…
But it doesn’t matter,
As long as you can pick a pen up and write a story unlike any other…