if every time I spoke, people listened
I'd have nothing left to say.
My words would be empty and hollow.
The passion that ran threw me,
that once moved me..once consumed me..
.......................................... would run dry
I can't even wear my fucking heart on my sleeve..
because when i let it fall, i never attempted to catch it
the once eliptical design is now parallel to the surface of the earth
so i'm never discouraged knowing that people walk all over it.
Or is my lack of discouragment do to the fact that all my ideas
and dreams, have left my soul, headed to the moon,
and got stuck somewhere in our atmosphere
sometimes i use women to get me high enough to get them back
sometimes women arn't enough.
so, honestly..can you blame me for refusing to fold to my inhibitions?
the sacrafice of morals for something i never had for ever anyways,
is inevitablity.
am i selfish because i'm not greatful for what i once had, and hate The man who has given me all my gifts, because i allowed them to slip away?
Maybe i'm just a hypocrate, because as God's child...i have taken myself from him
and abused every aspect of the son of man that could possibly exist.
Beaten to a bloody pulp, it's no wonder i have nothing left but empty breath.

I guess what i'm trying to say is, is it a miracle i'm alive?
or is my life over because the inspiration evaporated when the sun set, into purple rain.


^^^^^^^^alright man, is this supposed to be a verse or maybe is it just poetry lol Well all i can say is there was emotion in there but in a very weird way, actully i really dident understand half of it lol.............Maybe you could explain yourself? well all in all keep droppin.......................

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