my.fucking.misfortune.

unfortunately she turns me on. insights my thought.though i think it's wrong.to think sweet thoughts..when im still alone.why tease myself with thoughts of you.when it would be better if feelings were true.if you knew i existed instead knowing my truth.seeing subtle pictures, rather than touch you?all of them do it.and they can't even tell.their vivid personalities that torture me well.and because i can't reach them, i forced to do hell..an indefinate sentence...with no posting bail.they fuck with my mind.and can't help but question..will i find you one day.and my turn ons are really and welcomed to me..when you get here, im ready.like a fresh summer day..i hate this misfortune, is all i can say.
swizzy.

and.i.never.pray.

and to my last breathi'll kill my adversaries.they say the world is evil, and that i'll always carry.and i no longer breathe, with thoughts of getting married.cause love is evil too..& the heartbreak is surely just another toolof the bullshit and the hurt that it could do to you..but to my last breath.. ill spray my bulletts at the ones who wish to do me harm.and metaphorically these are the thoughts released upon my arms..so fuck the shit you hear, and pay attention to the shit you see.cause only pictures are the image that you view of me.i've given up on all the people and their cruelties..and should my life be danger..i wont be suprised due to the extent of the anger that i feel inside..and should i die and rise..and see his golden eyes.i place my guns in remissioncause ive truly died.and my fight is over.ill die a spoken soldier.to a peace that lies beyond life and over shoulders.and to my eyes that lie awake upon this open night.i close my doors to the darknessthat tries to block my sight.but i'll be iight.cause im content with purpose.and i keep my shit loaded for the ones who steady lurking.my metaphors have serviceto the way i feel.and i depend to sleepupon a serviced pill.
-swizzy.