A spiritual fire

crack

spark

then light her

a vision inside

of my

skull

hold it tighter

a poetic

forenzic

assesment

of my heart

the chalkline

shows no sign

of struggle

or voilence

it's almost as if

it was

ripped

right from my chest

killed the capacity

to feel

enlightened

a hole in my soul

now how do

I mend it

some days

all I think

is the second amendment

a hole in my head

escape from this cage

that's my

mortal body

I live in each day

sunshine and good times

they fade to my dark lines

the world dont know me

like maybe I flatlined

my hope

I just burned it

for some supid chick

emotions were rising

I worshipped this

b****

now gold I thought I had

it's so dead like lead

all gas in my tank

like money I spent

I do all of these things

like art and guitar

make out with women

and blast in my car

away

from the pain

so I can

sustain

some form of confidence

firm hope for the gain

for something that isn't

this hell I am living

surounded by great things

for which I'm not driven

how do I pick it back up?

it's a mess

If I live past 25

i'll be so blessed

God yes you know me

am I a good man?

tell me if

I'll make it

now what is the plan?

I will keep grinding

like BUDS evolutions

a soldior that's crying

for a resolution

I will not give up

so don't quit on me

fight through the night with me

until I'm free!