Is L.L.I.F.F.E. a joke? It is a battle I will never win. I'm a fish on a hook & the surface is drawling nearer yet when I get there will I know my fate. Will I die or be thrown back to be caught another day? The power that rules us has no pin point location, and still my life goal is to strive to find it. If I fail has all this fighting been a waste or will my actions really matter. Will another take my ideals & keep fighting or is my life just a waste. This lesson I must learn
L.L.I.F.F.E.
My soul seeks to find another but no cliché untainted by sin. Is there another like me sick and twisted but can cover when needed. Not reckless but cautiously insane. An edge between sharp and dull. Another soul bound for doom but lives like paradise. My eyes are strange in a unique way, will I find one who can peer through them as I do. I try to see things in different angles and the harder I stare the more distorted things become. This world is fucked up & I can’t hold out much longer.