Reflection Of Polluted Art //

I'm a wrath some poet reincarnating within the words of a stolen spiritual

Entity.

The vibration of our soul's heartbeat infinitely

Its sound and aura remind me of nature's lyrics dictating the summoned peace of beauty.

Like an art museum resembling the earth god given piece of poetic imagery.

Sometimes I like to think to some myself I'm destined for melancholy

Biting off my heart for stranger's who don't bleed for my presence nor

There to lend a hand whenever I'm drowning inside.

Giving off insecure love that's been praised by torment

Dead and Buried in their past they manipulate their words to make me feel like part of the rest.

People are burdened by inevitable egocentric personas that are

Threatened by the fortune of one's selfless character.

The same rope used to pull you out of deep ends is blamed for suicide

So many snakes nearer it's hard to tell who's plotting their attack on Me.