Three words

my last depot …

3 words trouble my soul ,.. devil Jesus and whore
Intense pain of being a son of virgin , I cant take cant ,,bear no more ..
I am no special ,,I too fake sweetness in my bitter love ,,
very bitter very bitter very sour very sour ….

when these words trouble my soul… I dream to travel, wander and explore
intense joy of flying on my ..own wings till the horizon ,
but I am no special ,, I to0 don’t laugh when I cry coz It aint needed
,then more suffer ..then more shuffle, ,friction s more .. ..coz m not pure ..

3 drugs I always dope heroin Cocaine and pot
Coz I hate reality ..its so fake full of lies ya I hate it a lot
When m high , I see the heaven through the walls .,angels singing in a choir
Very vivid very lucid like a prayer .. like snooow fall

but now Change the topic …,
oh wait….. someone s at that door…
… oh he is a ghost …………of my soul ..,,,,
oh wait ....... I think its death
my eternal fiend ...........my last depot …