Rrow

Three pronged arrow straight thru my chest.

Completely sublime to peoples simpleness.

Hate,love,passion and honesty.

These are the things that are part of me.

Am i rightfully wrong or wrongfullyright..

these are the things that erupt in my mind at night.

My pen is my sword, with my paper am shielded.

My sharpener gives me health were ever its needed.

you break my heart i break your knee.

maybe then it’lll help you see.

to toy with me heart is a dangerous profession..

inside my mind its a hazardous place.

fulll of shapes, memorys and many mistakes..

they shake me to my core…

Am not knocking but hammering on hells door……….

Author's Note

ignore speling