A Thousand possibilities in a single electron.
A proton lost in an endless maze of vice.
Lithum laced lights lead the path of bad decisions
Regret crumbles under your step
Feeding the monsters known as fear and loating.
Pain and sadness, the hammer and the trigger
The gun of choice for my father
as I beg him to remove the cold hard steel from my mouth
The heroin induced haze covers the salty taste of my friends cum.
The forceful restraint of the gynochair.
The burning sensation of the rape
mixing with the stench of my burning flesh
Incinerating in the inferno of rage that is my trying to escape
-Live to love. And judge not the tools the spirit uses to build the love of good in our hearts