My world, My world
My unquenchable world, I am starving of the unknowing sky
Where do my lies go?
Where do I belong?
How do I exist in a place where many talk, but not speak their minds?
I swear to the Angel of God, nothing is better than a spell of protection.
When I write, I'm in control
When I write, I am nothing but a lonely freelancer staring at the stars under the night sky.
I look for stars that cannot be seen under the city's cloudy nights, that crumble beneath the sky.
I live by the inhuman creed of delight
My words may mean nothing, but the insanity I write is who I truly am
'Speak thou or forever hold your peace'.
I can't hold my peace with that!
I'd continue to yell the secrets that lay beneath my unwithering Heart.
I'm unable to do such a thing.
I count my blessings, so that I may live up to my own expectations rather than run low in a ditch of an unending struggle we call poverty.
Letter upon Letters, I have yet to describe what I have in store for everyone.
Not for the money, nor the gold or parties.
I did it for the books, the love that I crave for...
I'm hungry, that's all I'm going to say...