once

A prayer,
a heart filled with tears,
eye's shedding blood,
mind clouded with fears,
Lungs breathing dreams and breathing out reality,
life not making sense justice is outside the door i see her turning a blind eye to the equilibrium of fate, my eye's now red with hate but am not taking action for tomorrows sake,
although it’s not promised to me
sometimes blanking my mind staring in thin air i breath thick air with one moist eye the other dry asking myself why humanity and its peaceful thought had to die,
on my own i fly back home to the dusty grounds dry plants once rich and green lands pure oxygen no dead inspirations,
life's full of ambitions,
with the appreciation of gods creations,
Tupac wrote about a thug mansion,
i dream a heaven for me one day so i no longer have to imagine,
picture me inside a blossoming rose from concrete with blood on my hands,
never being able to understand,
the fine line between love and hate,
as i quietly listen to the wind of sin,
i begin to pray hard to prevent myself from falling apart because of the stress outside and the darkness inside,
Never contemplating hate suicide or homicide not being able to take a life of passion i sit back with aggravation