Colliding Unlike
looking And It's Gone, Yeah I am woke but it's a nightmare in
the daylight, To many coming for
my mind vibe an energy. I feel
that I'm running with no purpose,when face with a smack
for my magic. that got me all
out of whack, So anger is in this
cause yet this is what I own, after
being kepted and wronged from
my true self. I am to be pages of
steamy weight, that people hear
when crime turns a page that should have been left alone.
Or when they flipped there money's against my right to go
after my own liveyhood. And down me as a person who just
trying to draw her own way of how this life for her should be,
And lots of green, high yes large
bills should be lining my pocketbook right about now. But what I
call tortured even goes pass that to, moments of living but not believing the advervse trails which people have tried to take me on a joy ride through, No I don't want that kind of ride
where my face is gripped in terror as I am still trying to get my head above water. In many ways it is to be. but I am stopped
by coldness an unawares of my
state of experience an expression.
I never sleep to the sounds of my
own voice. At night I try to sleep but unnatural evil crosses the path of unopened doors. It comes up off the streets. It's invited what? Not by me I am
like normal people asleep in thee
night. But these horrors walk in and out of a place yell, testing
oh make it stop. So my eyes open
as I hear the sounds and I question...