Lotus

What do you believe in?

I’m the odd near spirit….

I fallow my call….

I’ve lived here before….

Am I living on?

Am I dead?

Gone?

A thorn…

Planted that never grown….

Marked moments…

That rage infection….

Terror town…

I drawn in those coloring books….

With stashed razor blades….

Inside of them….

Remember…

Blood use to confuse me….

I heard that…

These are the best lessons learned….

Then I must be a prophecy….

Who am I………….

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