I hate my life and what it represents. A bunch of nothing and hateful things.
I start thinking , from thinking to doing , from doing to actions turning into sins,
Started smoking something unspoken. Suspense why I would do these things,broken.
Surfing in a small boat looking for my soul,stolen. Swimming in that dreary lake , a cold ocean.
Snakes with glowing sick eyes blackness. Suffering stupidly sinking censoring sadness.
Strangely stepping into a surprising madness. Seeing with my eyes unbelievable speechless.
Slowly realizing its divided into different phases. Skipping parts seriously mistaking places.
Stories compromised shattered into pieces. Stabbing my heart , the beat slowly decreases.