no more shall I be part of this corrupted frame
throwing fists grasping onto anger
needing to be released with unhealthy fashions
no more shall I be apart of killing the human race one egotistical maniac at a time
creating panic and disruption
discomfort
in all things we think to provide safety
for I am not safety
do not depend on a being
only created to detonate this world as a whole
only by causing miniature implosions
of the minds world
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poezjathis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
