Hero's Poverty

Hero’s Poverty

So many thoughts and emotions. My brain and heart feel like a storm over an ocean. Dark clouds distribute such negativity and in this bricked over cell I’m burdened with volcanic envy.

Where’s the predictable glory? Is it still stuck up the hero’s ass as it always seems to be in the end of the story? Princess do not be surprised when your hero finally dies and you are left with your bastard child; to spend life alone

And cold. Poverty stricken, bed ridden and penniless.  OH, the glorious future of the world we all sadly live in. Tears are real, and blood is spilled. When are things in the real world going to change? When is the end of mothers mourning over deceased sons and fathers daughters are no longer having drug filled fun.