i saw a thread and didnt know it was a blog, and wrote this as a reply
anticonspiritor, is what i hone my spirit for
i long to grasp, the laughs and clasp the clashes of the freshness of todays chaotic cataclysm of society
it dies in me the hope and dreams to surprass the streams of degration, segregation, lack of imagination
damned am i when i die my skin torn from bone my chest being torn open and my heart being shown
apart from being alone and being looked at as if no one was home i have shown this empowerment
that is meant to come accross not as bossy but a little lost you see to find not me but you in the deep dark blue yander
solemnly do i see a glow from those that have chosen to not be outspoken or to not speak in their weakest time of being meek and surpressed
depressed, distressed, coming down to nothing left, no steps to take, no smiles to fake, no friends to lie to, because they all want to die too
wrote that just for you because i was bored and i dont think you can make sense of it
This post was edited by MrJoshua on May 25 2011 06:07pm