“Debauch”

Who is blocking my Sun? No brightness…What did you say your name was again? “Arianna!” Sorry to be sounding like Mase right now. As I’m sitting in my chair reflecting on the present, past and future. A notification came through my phone, my facial expression said it all at 5:03 AM whilst writing this one. Listening to Benji Myaz-“Time.” Realizing I don’t have that special one next to me, so I’m leaving it up to time. I’ve already gave it a try, The Prophet’s Manual stated: “You have no friends on earth, not even a pastor can be your friend.” The things I’ve done in life, I have no regrets but one. Forgive, my dare! My night nurse. Forgive me for not even remembering your name. I love you, you know I do! Pain and heart so real, oh damn! Eighteen years old already. Many sleepless nights since then. Missing eating breakfast plus eggs. But I’m more than just a man, who still needs love. I’ve stolen a piece of your childhood. It’s messed up living through institutions. I needed to see a DOC. cause there’s no prescription could give me a remedy. And I’m sure just as Gregory Isaacs, no doctor can cure. No singing birds singing waking me up today. Some maybe waiting for me to past away. Only the Holy High prophetized, mankind? How did I came by birth? Anyway, ask my mom and she never wanted me. Pops, same thing. Thy Lord comforted me especially without privacy. Promises made, promises broken. From I was a youth, I was hot-tempered ( hot-headed). I’ve seen and wanted to squeel while my dreams are being tworn apart. Devour as if it’s 10 birds to a piece of bread. Now my past created stress and problems for my present states. Imagining the future without stirring up problems? Don’t need no one else’s troubles. Don’t need anyone stirring up, my problems. How much of my past and present will I involve my future with? I’ll continue my prayer to The Messiah… Tribal war, civil wars, surface warfare’s and apartheid, will be wand away. It feels like the world sucks. Many rises, many falls, I’m enduring mnes by frowns via smiles sometimes. Even while Thy Lord is forgiven, I’m hard on myself. Long time no hear or see Sandra. I’m just a man! Who needs love? Time to, “Debauch.” *Exousia*