Sapience Of Life

My Savage Life

As the rain falls down, my faith is drowning with it to the ground.

Day 23

This savage life that makes me ill, with people who feigns that they're real. The kind of life I wanted to change, how sad to become an unwanted dame.

Treatments felt like ecstasy or even a dangerous drug that enters my body. So savage that I want it to end; end everything that's within me.

Savage life oh how cliche could it be? Atrocity of those wicked bitches drowns me; how I wish I can knock them down and tie them up and burn them to ashes as their body becomes one with nothingness.

I've murdered my thoughts to shut their mouths but to my dismay they keep on talking nonsensical madness. If looks can kill, they're all buried, 10ft underground, how pathetic, I now sound like a lunatic bully.

Sad to say this savage life gave me atrocity that can't be denied. Damn this savage life! I want to sleep peacefully at night.

I loathe this savage life because I've suffered long enough with it's atrocity behind. Despairs, miseries, agonies, pains, I'm surely broke because of this savage life that come forth!