Although my life is full of unbearable desire,
i feel anxious and willing to achieve,
in all areas of substituted goals,
my desire carries me onto an exhibited island of falling dreams,
the past that is brought up is unfatal,
the history of my past is a blur to me,
its like one minute im exstatic,
and the next im sad with sorrow filling my heart,
ive tryed all kinds of links to exclude my past,
but my soul keeps burning up with emotional hatred within me,
the world is so glum with impulsive horrid fusion,
my eyes are opening with bubbling lava pouring over,
the seamy evidence which is in my past is an untold tale,
the comparison in my life that i once beloved was art,
i took great honour and pride in my work and showed great skill through passionate drawings or photos,
but now im left with nothing but an arrow through my heart and now its turned black and empty with hatred growing within,
my dreams and hopes for the future have become grey and vanished,
as for my journey along a new vanturous road of no past or remembrance of what was before,
well that thought has disappeared and now all my belongings will sink down below the earth,
where i will too be decease and lost forever with invaded souls,
and there is where my conshence will lay and disappear behind the black clouds forever.