Crying, moaning, screaming and feeling of anger are what my soul cries for. Living in the depths of life and feeling rips and tears of constant permeating jabs of shit is like a train wreck but only the wreck of my soul. Deep in the midst of milky shit I see dust, smoke of lies and a society that rears its ugly head. No wonder the human race is dying-dying to belong and want to be people that they can’t be, and only to lose control and disintegrate into little particles.
In a sea of madness but beauty my eyes are crying little drops of soft concrete to only drop into a soul of nowhere. It’s black and deep and I can’t seem to see my way out as my eyes drool into my lifeless existence of nothing. Continuing on for the greater good of mankind it’s blurry, unsafe and time keeps moving. I see something but that something is nothing in my eyes as I try to look deep in my soul.
Clutter and a huge inventory build up as nothing escapes. Looking to see the beauty through eyes of sadness, tragedy and stills; it’s hard, and it drips down into my soul as it rips and slashes the deepest part of my existence. I’m not sure what to make of what has happened to the near vibrant life that once was. Tic-Toc and it’s gone, disappeared as I can’t seem to find the way out of a place that is dark, lonely and spiteful.
As my eyes drool with hard hitting emotion, love, and hardcore needs it hits like the earthquake that hit Haiti. Seeing the deepest part of a soul crying is hard and uncertain. Wishing to heal the wounds of life and hollowness is a never ending game that keeps playing and toying with you. Thoughts of seeing and believing are a round of blackjack that you never win. As my soul aches and creeps to find its way to a better existence; it drools little drops of soft concrete that rips and slashes the deepest part of my existence.
My soul, the soul that drools for days on end feels sunken into a whole lot of nothing and matter that only I can feel. As it goes down deeper and deeper my soul cries tears of little drops of soft, gentle concrete that’s hardcore and rips in the deepest part of me.
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