This cry this scream this anger in my lungs i have

How long i held the things i love the things i need

I need to express im a artist at heart

I can not sit down I can not waste my seed

I must do what i shall do....you cant hold he ha! you can not hold a artist from its canvas...

These stars are mine and im the author of my faith.

 A  random message.

A random message in a random time in a random date in a random period of life.

You think im gone you think i left but im still there...im still in the pain of the depth beneath

Beneath this hell that leads me nowhere

Im sick of being on the bottom

Im sick of being stomped by people from the ground

Please...My heart is hurting so badly, please tell me if there is a light of hope left from this shitty life i have.

Please tell me... please im asking you everyday

I hope its not so hard to say.