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Can u guess 2v's Gender?
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Who I Used to be. (poem/topical)
IP:
my old self paints my picture now my scriptures read over myself.
calling out reaching and crying tears drop as i scream for help.
the sound echos back with emptyness without any emotion.
silence so potent painted in color blackend with commotion.
butterflies roam inside lost in this feeling seeing myself reflect something.
to dark to see too dark to be I lurk in this thing thats a so called "being."
picaso in my mind painting a masterpiece I think over this in distorted peace.
I remain conscious enough to see and breath I jus dont know If it's enought to believe.
Suddenly im in light it's heavenly so pleasent pulled me out of a grungy life.
I can see myself now wherever i am put me in a darkend room and it still reflects in the heat of the night.
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