I am too deep within the crevice
of existence with no light
Dwelling in my prone premise
of persistence with no sight
Life is too hard but so precious
like my consistence to fight
I have my scars & live reckless
like my insistence to write
My path has many of a blemish
can I outdistance my plight
It is my general consensus
I need some assistance & might
Hope can also be a nemesis
for instance when I was a tike
I felt alone as a menace
to my subsistence as if I’m trite
I need Gods repentance
The world is vicious ready to ignite
It’s a death sentence
all I do is sit, grimace & or gripe
I did not invent this
still I mimic love like I am right
I never did intend this
Am I just a gimmick and not liked
Humanities sickness is endless
We are all suspicious, losing foresight
I am poor & still pretentious
My breath is a business and it’s slight
I’m a witness to evils inventions
Living out his wish list to his delight