BALANCE

My faith and desires are beginning to mix with reality. The
detrimental thought can only bring fatality.
I dream of blissful things that are very much art, yet vomiting the
desires that are very much fought.
Its not my spirit I bear with alone. Rare entities speak out, dare
try to swallow me whole. Walking amongst those who barely know their
souls.
See me I stay covered, and exude love and strength but once again
reality is giving me an extra sense.
One I struggle to bare, to comfort my soul. Although love is a battle,
its one I've chosen to ignore.
I've seen spirits clash and heads roll, yet cut throat experiences to
maintain what they hold. Your letting your desires get the best of
you, If its meant to set you free, turn reality into art form, and
force RARE ENTITIES to speak. -Lola B.