two

ive never composed with intentions to entertain
to be certain it's naive to aspire to fame
written words works wonderful magic
but putting them down is traditionally tragic
or comedic
for laughing at
making one cry
its the only thing left
when i fear i could die
self is my nitch
i just flow with
the go
and i care not
nor know not
ever far how
ill go
and i hide secrets long worded
when reality bites

blurted
blot out
the sun
for darkness
consumes us
and love is dead
God is too
black fridays forever
21 monkeys
zoo