I expected too much, my heart beat faded for a while as I struggled to breathe.

For as much as the past has beauty, the worst happened too and that has pushed me away, dreams are bittersweet, reality is now torture, I wake up and regret why, I hate mine, am tormented by these memories.

Tears are my neverending fountain of pain.

Being numb shuts everything and everyone out, only a few know how to pass that barrier and when they do, the real me waits patiently.

I’ve stubbed myself time and time again and I still live.


If I.

In anger, we rocked, things changed and the embrace is the reality that is rooted to the origin.

At heart is a conflict, battlefield games now as we killing each other emotionally, people are ruthless, we all have that ‘devil’ in us but the difference is going to come in factor when you decide to roll with whom.

Memories are sweet, the most exquisite delicacies, and the others that scratch old wounds.

Insanity is only a switch away, flip and see all that comes after.

The End at Start.

All I did was love, now am being punished for a crime I know not how I committed.

I’ve tried everything, I even tried to open myself up to her, I did all that was requested.

I drained my blood, drunk it and filled everything within me with the harsh reality.

Numb I became, I froze in time and everything else and everyone else moved, emotions can create or destroy and my destraction had just began, every word spoken and moment spent in that moment killed him within as it did her, I guess.

No one understands what I mean, not even the ones I once trusted​, I grew distant and at one I realized.

Personas in conflict.


My soul is out there, lost.

Walking life as the path intended, I reason that we all sinners from birth, you fight yourself till you eventually succeed or fail, test, hard work pays and this is advice, relax and remember, you have the time to be because you’re blessed, God’s child.

The twist within being a cursed blessing, is nothing, it just depends on your view.


Don’t let the drug drive you, it’s a prescription, doctor’s order and the relief is a remedy.

The greed is like a weed left to feed you a delicacy that will indeed fuck with your need, excuse my French but truth be told.

As I paused I watched as the sheep and goats grazed in the distance, it was a stretch away and the heat was too much.

The lost sheep slowly walked last.

In a world full of terrors, we struggle to survive.

Live, breath the oxygen before your supply is cut short, over.

The end.


In these recent years, all these drops have a story to tell, whispers preach of a ledgend that used to be.

Lost in the jungle and it’s filled with trouble from all angles.

I questioned myself before I asked God what’s wrong with me, I feel so lonely, am all alone and on my own I currently suffer, burning on the inside like salt to an open wound, I’m a broken soul searching to be whole again and a few know this like the answer to a math test that put you on the spotlight.

So lost in the current that the present seems to be off and am looking for answers in places that have left me reeking with gazes.

Dreams are nolonger peaceful, nightmares rule the town of slumber and sleep is a place away from peace.

Am haunted by this creature that lives within me and I seek that breath of freedom to roam.

For the Bible will remind me.

For a moment you feel.
For a lifetime you live.
For sometime you realize reality is not yours to control.
For everyone that breaths cried at birth.

For as every second grows it reminds you of time.
For memories remind you that you fight to live.
For without death, no one remembers the essence in existence.
For healing exists.

For growth gives you strength.
For trust dies.
For strength fades.
For love concurs all.

For every beginning has an end.
But true love NEVER dies.