If our bodies are laid beneath the earth, when our spirit transcends.
What will I look like in heaven,
when my life ends?
Life is a mystery,
mixed with misunderstood energies,
a fluorescent whirl wind.
I fell in love with life,
when my demons and I
I wanted to leave memories of only
the real me,
So I caressed my fingers through the sand.
Obtaining information in abundance the
less I speak,
I live to comprehend.
Curses and negativity is
what the earth is feeding.
So I starve freely
and write strategically,
that’s how I get revenge.
My words will live eternally,
My life story will never end.
Some people are meant to be misunderstood,
Only a few will ever understand.