A writer passion

This world is fill with darkness love hate and extortion.



Because our minds is fill with distortion.



While our soul is trap and torture.



This pen that I grip is my only closure.



With these words I am just a lonely soldier.



Who cannot be touch victory is a must.



Fading away leaving nothing bout cosmic dust.



Taking shot after shot until my liver com bust



Because in my mind I am free but in reality I am over dosing on LSD.



Just a mental slave so each night my mind struggle to break free.



But no matter what happens my soul will always remain gusty.