life and death are wearing me out

Just waiting for the day I die

And my heart lets out its final sigh

Obliviated from the minds of Gods

Praying my conception eternally stops

There would be no death or born again

All the links of life forever slain

hoping this truly is liberation

For the shell of my being; its final cremation.

It all happened one day.
I saw an angel from heaven
Walk by the bay;

He sat on the bench-
just like a dream.
fallen from grace
no hopes to redeem

And though I reverently plead
Till my poor heart bled
He ripped out my soul
And left me for dead

disconnected distorted dillusions

Sitting on my perch way up high

On a tiny little star in the enormous sky

Observing humans blur the line

Between living a life or living a lie

A moment of realization

That the entire creation

Is complete fallacy

In God’s policy

They’re unaware of my existence

Hence without resistance

I fly away on my broom

To the dark side of the moon

Cynical? who me?

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You're a full blown cynic... and probably even skeptical of these results. You have your optimistic moments, but most likely you keep them to yourself.

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Marijuana

Light burns me

Shadows taint me

It becomes hard to tell

If the world I live in…

Is heaven or hell

Should I follow the reaper or my dark dead heart?

Should I go with the angel to the light of my past?

It makes no difference, it’s all the same

I just waste away on my wall of shame.

I am aware of it now-

that hell is my nirvana ….

… my eternal marijuana