Lost obligated soul

Have you ever felt really lost, as if you're new to the world you live in, you don't know anything, you don't know what's wrong and what's right, you're not even conscious to anything?

         Loud music, dark night, silence in the hearts of the loud, a girl shines so bright or so mysterious, boredom all over the place as if a sadist grabbing his slave out there in the no where darkness. A deep vault full of thoughts good or evil, there's a devil changing the bases of the right, so the good becomes evil and the evil becomes masked, shall we now know what's good and what's bad. The good thoughts are buried under the evil ones as if a living dead trying to get out of his own grave, but there's no where to go,his destiny is an obligation where there's no NO!  

Reviews

[ranscan]

Firstly I wish to applaud the photo, an excellent choice, and in itself well done.
Now to your work, the scintillating torrent of words turning the thoughts. There is a wonderful display of control. While giving full flesh to the ether of emotion, the reins are taunt, allowing the expression to remain powerful as it rolls over the reader.
You have used certain concepts, understood and misunderstood by the general public, as a frame to display your own message and art. Or perhaps it is the exploration of these subjects which varies the tonal return of the terminology.
There is power, abundant and clear, however it does not make your work blunt or overbearing. A well balanced expression, well played across the page.

[Monica Matta]

Thank you so much for your review