This, I wrote awhile back...
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The core within me tickles when I think about it.
Like a dirty thought inside of church
Is how my mind works.
Contemplating if I should resent these thoughts I have on my mind.
It's like a thought of suicide pops up when your finally comfortable.
Too comfortable to know that those are not suicidal thoughts..
I blame this world for turning my little creative imagination to a anxiety amusement park.
It's true that the mans core can determine if he's good or evil.
But who decides who's good or evil?
Humans.I do believe that there is a bible.
But I'm no fool to actually think that the lord himself wrote it.
If he wrote it...then there should only be one version of it
Humans are creative when it comes to making shit up.
That's why we all in hell now.
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Brain Funk
Short StoryShort stories I create in my head that I never get to write on paper