Destined2die

Sometymes one wonders if they are meant2b alone.I wonder there and beyond.What's my destiny. . .?

 

Oh faithful clouds, lead me up the stairway 2 heaven.

I’m a player on God's team; they call me lucky number7.

Earth is so deadly & as dangerous as a bladed knife.

I’m falling apart down here, so hungry 4 the after lyfe.

Chasing this false reality until it’s merely a dream.

Popping Tylenol 4 depression lyk ice-cream.

I’m so sick, trying 2 leave so soon.

I'll skip the stars & become 1 w/the moon.

Racing 2 a place that no1 thinks exist.

The angels may escort me personally if my determination persists.

I’m not rich & I don’t trick.

I lyk slow music even though luv songs make me sick.

I’m dying inside. I ride, I hide.

 I think I lied. My feet r tired.

Been walking and searching in vain.

The world brings such pain.

Ready 2 go, ready 2 leave.

In a hurry 2 get what I must receive.

My impatience is my pet peeve.

Can’t wait 2 talk 2God again on New Year’s Eve.

I give up & I’m not a quitter.

Throwing this lyfe out the window & I don’t lyk 2 litter.

I hated my reflection b4 I met her.

I think my eyes saw me better.

Thinking of music gives me hope.

Hooked on the clouds lyke spiritual dope.

~Myd Kyd~

 

Reviews

[Orlando Murcia]

This world really is fucked up, I hate this life most of the time, and I relate to poppin pills. Other than that this poem is just reality and I loved it, Orlando Murcia