I tried salvia and had a dream I died. I now feel like i have to question my existence every day so I wrote some poetry to express my feelings.
My minds twitchin,
Itching for religion,
Stuck between books
And whats stitched in
I can only question,
Why im left in,
Dependency upon belief,
Between misery and grief theres,
Remorse,
Of the course im being
Guided like a horse,
Whipped race status,
Living slave status,
With out proof of life
Im cut, sliced with a knife,
Whats to believe
when nothing seems right
Scared to go to sleep in the night,
Living in fear for whats
supposed to be life,
And in the end ill most likely be right,
More than correct,
As good as a perfect guess,
Shots to the chest
No bullet proof vest
No vision no sight
Robbed of almost all,
but nothing left
No regret,
I stay upset,
Even at the up most beat
I still stay left
Hanging by a thread,
Hoping im not dead,
But with no fear of death,
I swallow the truth
Be false or not
I have to come through,
For the significance
Is significant enough
To respect its
True truths.
My minds twitchin,
Itching for religion,
Stuck between books
And whats stitched in
I can only question,
Why im left in,
Dependency upon belief,
Between misery and grief theres,
Remorse,
Of the course im being
Guided like a horse,
Whipped race status,
Living slave status,
With out proof of life
Im cut, sliced with a knife,
Whats to believe
when nothing seems right
Scared to go to sleep in the night,
Living in fear for whats
supposed to be life,
And in the end ill most likely be right,
More than correct,
As good as a perfect guess,
Shots to the chest
No bullet proof vest
No vision no sight
Robbed of almost all,
but nothing left
No regret,
I stay upset,
Even at the up most beat
I still stay left
Hanging by a thread,
Hoping im not dead,
But with no fear of death,
I swallow the truth
Be false or not
I have to come through,
For the significance
Is significant enough
To respect its
True truths.
