THE WORDS OF SILVIA

this is a short poem done by my friend silvia. I really like her way of expression, really deep. i'll be posting more as the weeks go by, so stay tuned



Fuck It



i suffer from a lack of information/
lack of confrontation/
so id rather hale my god that ur satan.
fuck it
i suffer from a lack of support/
yet i shall not fall short/
cheaps whores transport. extort.escort
so id rather resort to my own sport.
fuck it.
i suffer from a lack of misconceptions
my perspective is clouded fogged by
noise.
Deceptions.
Intercepted by far voices.
fucked up choices.
yet i rejoice!
I vask in my very own glory/
no sob story.