Homer Poem by Marxist illuminatti

Pain rushing//Waves Crashing

Bones crushing
Ribs shatter
I can`t hold on

But how does it matter
I have no control

Terbulance
Pullin me out from within
Unease Befalls me
Paralized by the scene
Evolving, never growing
Forever changing
Hoping
Boasting
egocentric in nature

Iam disarmed
Weak in the eyes of the sea
Barely breathing
Hold afloat
Bad Joke
Dead weight
Thinking of the irony
Death i can hardly wait
To feel your cold embrace
Save FAce
Make way



Here i come
flame lightly estinguished
Now my soul is too wander
indistinguished
Alone
No home to call its own
Love always escaped my grasp
It is i who Holds the last laugh
Nice people do finish last