I'm stuck in this mind-trip of fear, and hate,
Trapped with this desire for insight,
closure,
my fate,
Bound by patients,
consumed with hunger...
Hunger for religion,
lust for life...
lost in the flesh,
dead in the spirit,
Practice self control...
but know I can't bear it.
This anger inside is repressed with joy,
as everyday I put on a fake smile.
No way to oppres our God with an
understanding fashion,
Depressed with peace,
kindness,
and compassion.
My integrity is not in nature...
life is nothing but disaster's
natural vapors.
Author notes
Well... this poem was actually a couple different ones that I just put together. I wrote them a long time ago and completely forgot about it man. I just found them last night and thought I'd write them on here in case I lost it again....
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