Everyone’s trapped in the delusion, that is their identity, we can’t escape it, thinking inside this box we were born in, expand, break through, your hymen, it’s bleeding, would it have been better, to stay a virgin, explore, explore, obtain it, knowledge and wisdom, grow, grow, try to claim everything, it’s a dream for so many, to obtain heaven, but I'd be very satisfied, to feed on worms for eternity, the ugly, the weird, it’s what sustains me, I've always hated it, things that were too pretty, it would bring out the worst in me, those things are meant to be defiled, better to be ugly on the surface, and good inside, I would be okay, if I was homeless, doomed to wander, the journey goes on, and I’m very prepared, I have my staff, and my guitar, play a little tune, maybe get a Snickers bar, unfortunately it’s my tendency, to fight, and do the best I can in life, I have it in me, to survive, and profit, I’m telling you I can fly, the abyss is far, if I dropped, it would be a long way to go, I want to fall deeper, search for heaven, between those pearly gates, alas, I’m a fighter, always above water, it may be fate, so many children, I’m telling you, you’re connected to the ocean, I wonder, if this reflection of them, is just water flowing, they find themselves, who they are, in a far away place, I want to bite, let’s have sex, alas, infinitesimal, doomed to never really touch anything, maybe my poetry is able to move the spirit, and there’s something to learn from it, if I’m doomed to be remembered, I hope the world knows, I was only in it for the boobies.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.