Black

(Written some time in 1985)

I'm in a morbid state so pardon my madness. In the event of an illegal substance floating through the benevolent passages of my brain, the content of this intrepid letter may be quite a task to decipher.  As I sit in my room, I try to handle the reality behind the time of year but am aware that it is out of my hands. No matter how much I demand,  undying misery will be dealt. My elders inform me to remain strong in this certain situation but its time to revolt.  This turmoil and destruction is leading me into undying pain.  It is impossible to keep a stable state when crazed minds keep on nagging. I am flocked by an immense amount of souls only in touch with the superficial aspect. No more will this motivation drive me to perform the uncalled for.  I guess it's my state of mind.  I'm wandering down a clear stream of water. It washes away my fears for only a short while and refreshes my mind of the bitterness of reality.  Some pressure and presume it is an unlawful procedure, but in the eyes of the children it is sanctuary.  A feeling never before illuminated in the realms of true society. The stimulus is deep and intensity is at its peak.  I must abide by the moral misunderstandings in this environment but never follow a suspicion drilled into my head. Remember, the mind receives and welcomes true paradise. Don't forget, the less anybody wants you, The less valuable you become, unless you really want yourself.  The norms of society can façade their selves and give off fake vibrations only meant to fool the outspoken.  Let their hearts feel the evil tugs because people who can't handle reality are the people who can't handle drugs.  If I ever acquire the power lying dormant in my soul, I would change the world, make it black, demure and velvet, nothing it will lack.  The ravens will prevail throughout the night for evil stings without light. Dim purple rays may appear and the answer will be clear.   Black is life without sin, shedding no evil from voices within.