It’s the heat of hell that gets to you,
Digging at your inner peace and rocking your core to explode so that the stress you carry can be written.
It’s the cry of venom that is lethal to the life of plenty.
Truth scarring their skin like a concrete burn that rips skin until the meat of your arm shines brightly and thinly.
Watch what you say because words and feelings are the only thing that ever remains after change.
Mute is the cry of the fallen angels that soar through the sky’s looking for an enemy.
Confusion is the souls that don’t no where to go so they choose to lay within the black goo that absorbs the lies of the envied.
To feel helpless is to feel a fear that can only be empty.
A timeless pain that can only confine us.
Be at ease all..
Love and light..