For this

For this I will spill all of the poison that unblooms the world of fictional characters with rainbows arch between the rich and the poor.
What is real and not is not for me to judge.
Taste that air, water, wine and steak.
I might be your last delicious meal, for what you thought you can have it all.
This dirt, this ink, this white mess is like the corrupt world that you and I create.
It deceives you from what you think it is, from what you think what is truth.
We are born, raised, learned from the best then you spit at them, that that cert (you might think you deserve it), take that job that you hate, get that paycheck and throw them to the booze that drowns in your pool of imagination.
We seek liVe, we seek loVe but do we seek death for what we actually concern and fear the most?
It's blasphemy for suicide for whom who disrespect the beauty of life on this discarded soil ground that trembles and shakes constantly, endlessly searching for peace.
It is angry yet it forgives. Bitter it may seem to witness its wrath that swallowed a percentage of us yearly. Look at what we had done globally.
It's like us, we fear, we anger, we love, we lust, we scream, we cry, we crave, we give and we take.
It is us that create what we are, we slave ourselves to the music, art, religion and more to consume the time as it passes by the second to the next.
Take, pick, look or just swallow that pill of happiness and let it take you to a new height.
You might think the craze this world creates would settle down and drifts away as it get washed down when you flush that piss to the rabbit hole.
But I tell you this, what ever you face and challenge, nothing will stand in your way if you believe it and with fire that burns from the phoenix in your heart and someone you love by your side.