his empty soul

tears fall as the rain
she lives and breathe, within his cage
embracin herself to their discontent
impregnated by artificial misbelieves
birth of a modern fuckin disappointment

srry will nvr be enuff
dat word has lost its importance
the battle of his foolish make-believe
invites coldness to settle in
bitter chills fragile hearts to the core
shame embroid deep wif his name
but who am i to judge his holy shit
him, human and bloody imperfect

i was not watchin, wat is happenin, whr did the you go?
why on earth i do not noe
whoeva it was
took your conscience away
as i await with hushed anticipation, the comin of a storm
i haf to stop or i'll be trapped, yet again
how the fuck can I cease this disappoinment?

i haf gone thru several theories in my head... none of which haf come wif a viable answer. i shake my head, thinkin why the fuck am i even doin this poem! it hadda be, i is so fuckin disappointed and so very fuckin pissed off with jason the stupid!