Floetry.

I walk down a path
a dirt road paved with wrath.
anger fills me as I realize,
my flaws.

My head works faster than anything sometimes.
I think to fast to write.
But I dont think enough
so I start to fight.
I try so hard to fight the darkness
but then I shut out the light.

"Breathe" he says.

Life is like licking honey from a thorn.
like a novel with the last pages blank
to write your own ending.
Cos this life
Is yours.

"Like before, makes no since.
Always leaving, never coming."

Nothing in life makes any since.

Flaws infultrate and filter through me.
I breathe instincts
instead of thoughts

I eet the weak
to cover my hidden secrets.

My life is a bombshell
and I tick, tick, tick.
Warning:Once you flip me on
There is no safety switch
I'm limping to the cure.
I'm trying to stop being impure
my explostions erupt
and i try to keep my flaws to myself,
so I dont corrupt.