A cold heart...
filled with bitter pain...
is not a heart at all...

My pen is screaming!!
it shouts out how I feel!!
It screams out the feelings!!
that I wish to become real...
the ink is like my blood...
shed along this page...
it keeps me intact...
it's filled with my rage!!

Money- Killer of our souls, causing us to sacrifice the closest things to us...family,..Friends...they say it is power...I say it is our own infliction of our suffering...

Living is a hellish game, but in the end is it worth playing??