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.