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Soriah
To hope...

I face an uncertain reality
of which I cannot define
hard tribulations with no sign of peace
for all I want is to obtain a deep meditative state
a higher consciousness and have the universe bend to the direction of my will
so little strength I have
of a golden warrior I had been
I am now a mere ghost faded away by medication
a tidal wave of stress is pounding
I cannot do things I once did
deep in the hole of depression
I grasp the side once more and cast my eyes upwards to the ever brilliant light
My projects:
Web Designs
Works In Progress