The White Word Poem by Andrew BensleyPage

i love it, need it, give it to me now.
i haven't had a gift like this in who knows how..

little, yes its not been that long,
but i need it, im addicted, give me my black song..

im not wrong, i hate it but without it i am lost,
im lost in this cold world, bitten by the frost..

of reality, it captures me, in the opposite of celebration,
stuck in this time capsule of my imagination..

anticipation, mount your stations,
understand your navigation's,
you've let life into your mind, which includes a man named satan..

God hasn't left, you have pushed him back,
for your passion, do you lack?
your mind is hacked,
there is no track..

let the white word,
fill the hole,
clear your soul,
so now for once in your life you finally feel whole.