Birth of saint Alex 

I can feel it’s weight in my handSolid and cold

I wasted every chance I’ve ever gotten

Fallen and alone

Raise my arm up, put it in position

This the end

Squeeze ………….

 

 

…Unfortunately, holding nothing

I’m still here

However The desire remains constant like a weight in my hand.

Why can’t I be perfect, must I be human?

Surely life must be better as an angel.

 

 

Should I not then aspire to be an angel?

Use this rage, hurt, and sadness to fuel a lamp guiding others out of darkness

Form wings from words and travel the world.

STRESS TEST

i can attest to life’s stress test

do i quite in trying times?

or do i try in tough times?

i can attest to life’s stress test

i must contain my desire to sustain and maintain

so i can overcome ,and become great agian

i can attest to life’s stress test

running hiding elusive dont find me

i develop fleet foot and camoflauge to hide me

i can attest to life’s stress test

i need to rest fuck all this stress

next time ill try my best

i can attest to life’s stress test