Poem…
Too many wields of pain we feel…
The wrongly conceited end up becoming the kill… 
Through dark matter and praise, your salvation is a religious craze… 
  answers fade away…
Crows tower down on thee inferior… 
There watching you all the time, ready to pick you
Off, while you follow diluted in there safety lies… 
 
I’m tired of being considered inconsequential… 
This strain and horror, is killing my potential…
All the while we wait feeling suspenseful… 
I can only be as real as I can…
The disadvantage is I never knew the plan… 
Mistakes and burns forever last…
Welcome to the world reality, mental crash! 
 
The condescending madness continues to be portrayed… 
The oblique world seems hollow, now and 
again filling with hate; it seems the only way…
Bloody patterns dripping down your skin… 
Painful release, and it only cost your life, 
welcome the soul of the sins….waterfall of 
nightmares pour down my mind, voices 
screaming from thee inside, I’m crawling from 
all the side’s god, how long have been here… 
rotting in my fears, unable to shed a tear,  but 
blood I smear across my insincere…thoughts…
 
Less in life that we see, everything oblique hollow means…