Twisted... Poem by anthony fiji

Everything is in pictures like a child's memories.
Even if u create your twisted sick lies.
I never want to resgister your wild worries
I oath on my life you can't shut me like air i would rise,

I am not here to convince you or not thats not an argument.
The truth everywhere i went, i planted.
You dont have to listen to me its not a punishment.
But, remember dont ever take life for granted.

You always need a half to be complete.
Act quick, when you feel the heat.
You should try sour to appreciate sweet.
Just close your eyes and follow your heart beat.

Cause death is coming for your soul to steal.
No more in control the scare is so deep.
Nothing can change the facts, no one can heal.
All you can do is just lay there and weep.