Off the Porch... 1

I saw enough with my eyes sitting at distance learning addictions which one will be mine at the time my age was the infinite sign later on my Uncle dies the light in my eyes were fertilized into darkness where seeds are capable to grow inception has been planted my mind has been damaged he murdered my Uncle the pain and agony created a savage in me I became the black sheep of my family what happened to me my age is nine my feet touch cement I have this strong sense of character it came out of nowhere the spirit of anger has invested in me turning my kind heart dark soft spoken and loving it's a relic to my past I became mischievous my mind was activated off the Porch! assimilated to the jungle cries of dead men alarm the streets this world is not for the weak the dark side helps you see what you seek it's in a realm of itself blood stains on Bloor where zombies walk up to you for more a couple to be exact asking a 9 year old for crack A little young me wondering... where to get that at? it's late I need to get back to my source of depression I'll be back to continue, just give me a second... X off the Porch... 1