something i wrote after the day i cam back from florida (work still in progress)
inside this wicked mind i feel to much, i say to little ,i hide behind the black invisible, like a ghost, i shine on thoughs who reflect back with the hint of despise.
i feel to much
i say to little
i am the invisible
being scard is not even near showing fear it could be anywhere but not even close or is it just me? or is it just what i may bleive that this isnt even reality cause of this fucked up world that turned me to hate the society
the way i was then is over now iv become the invisible ghost of him created by all of them
hatred isnt a sin its just called revenge... getting back at thoughs that made it difficult to handle i can just barley stand the moment knowing i was once the man i am not anymore
invisible ghost i am
