Born
Deformed Physically, Mentally Acute, Psychically Aware, Spiritually at Peace.
Still, I am unconscious of the encompassing fate penetrating the aura soaked up by hate. I vomit tears. My fears escalate. My armor is pure; I shan't fabricate. My methods are impulsive, though I situate.
fluctuate, intimidate, masturbate the mind,
leave behind shadows that shine.
scars, rumors, histories, legends
there are no ends.
i mean no means
giving it all
nonetheless
