Wish I could sleep
My life away
until I die.
Being stuck in a world of confusion,
make me have hallucinations.
Creating a happiness that doesn’t exist,
this is how I give a sight of bliss.
This is another way of me running from
the past instead of facing it.
I refuse to accept myself and my life the way it is
so bizarre imaginations is a demonstration of what I have been missing.
Everyday I pray to God to release me from the is prison called Earth and take me to heaven.
I have dreams of perfections
and every morning, I wake up to nightmares of destruction.
My brain is like the apocalyptic skies,
the location of the afterlife, the fire rise.
The torture in my brain is underrated, but to loved ones, that view of me is not too blatant.
They believe in greatness, but I know my soul
is too corrupted, covered with dark stains like a smokers lung.
Feel like I’m on crutches, but I’m still young.
My soul need to catch some rays, to paint over the ways of darkness on my frame.
A description of life for me is trying to lift myself to heaven with drug money.
I want the fast and easy way out since the fallen angels committed a robbery.
I was disarmed, and my only peace was my Beretta
ready to shoot.
I am nothing like Peter when Ironman took his suit.