The Pain Goes Down My Throat Poem by Mara SalvatruchaDemon

the pain goes down my throat
i give the world a hand choke
its so breathing though
i give drama a throw
thats my assumption
living with alot of suspicion
karma is my conviction
i haven't touched any of my mothers expectations
I live not what you live and you are not me
i think within of complexity and sophistication
i'm zealous i'm diligent
i am no longer made of materialism and pragmatism
my soul has significant empirical involvement
getting ready for god's judgement
i'm drowning in life like baptism
i'm not in control like a exorcism
my soul is generally malevolent in character
my anger manifestations of the ignoble passions in human mind
im A hypothetical hateful entity
heaven and earth aint meant for me
im able to distinguish between fast and slow moving molecules
thats just thermodynamics for something to be
im malicious and skeptic about everyone around me