Die Or Live Enough To Become The Bad Guy - Poem by Hans Preciado
what is a man without a soul
what is his life but just a ghoul
we seek the streets for answers but all we find is nothing
but for certain you can understand what it is the solidarity for other life forms
understand what it is to be good and bad,
we do not live forever!
take adjusting to your thoughts and make them deemed of who you are. because we all need that small push
to become something we don't want to
because the train of life will push never pull.
your pull will make all the difference. and your will decides which direction to go
A comforting voice once said:
'I swore to take care of you. and i will not fail
take this vial of trust and place it as close to your heart in the hour of need your soul will be released.'
A door is smacked open with your menacing stance, wet from the city rain and your tall body walking towards the portal. you jump and stare back as you do, waving good bye to the metropolis you knew.
You fall into the black hole of eternity, your mind is stuck
there's ruckus everywhere, even though its dark you see everything your mind gets tense, your sweating and you don't feel it
the pain is intense and you don't know if you are dead or alive.
then a light at the end comes. its stronger. it flashes and it calls u
'run to me, run'. it is a sign you think..
u run and u don't seem to get closer.
it tells you to fly and trust. yet u never trusted anyone. you look down and let go and fall as your face feels nothing butt eternal free fall.
you're now running from that presence that menacing feeling, that is in your head but you see the crowd screaming at you and see them closer coming at you they a scream your name and tell you names you don't want to hear..
and then you jump off the cliff. You glide in the abysmal of light and fade into a portal and land on a dark city. Heavy rain weighs you down and your destiny awaits in front of you.
a tall building awaits your entrance.
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