Friday the 13th

Double, double, toil and trouble.
Fires and cauldrons bubble.
Today's the day that evil doubles.
Friday the 13th, you're in for trouble.

Don't let it slip, don't think it'll slide.
'cause in this world, you cannot hide.
From what, they say, lies in the closet.
From what, pray tell, lies deep inside.

Spirits rise, and toss and tumble.
Zombies, whose body parts fumble.
Deamons rise to make you stumble.
To take your soul.
To make you crumble.

And thus the mark of superstition,
with myths and legends in its composition.
To take power in this crude position.
For lest we forget our plain intuition.
And stumble thus upon this dark constitution.

So let them curse, bitch or hex.
Or run, lest they be next.

Heaven

Heaven,
Yet only a mile away.
Never regretting to smile today.
Envisage a time that's yet to say
A thought only capable
To set my heart array.

Heaven,
Yet only a mile apart
Be there the distance,
Or the mind to start.
Never denying
The beauty of your art
Nor to break or shatter a heart

Heaven,
Yet only a beat inside.
When vanquished indifference,
Arrogance or pride.
Quite the impossibility to hide,
Every bit
Of love inside.

Heaven,
Yet I'm only a touch without.
And solely to you,
My love’s devout.

Kumbi Musiyambiri

Suicide?

i wish i cud die,
coz i no im not needed.
never again wantin to fly,
coz my life is now conceaded.broken down mentally
by powers thought to be unknown.
standn in da rain,
knowin that i'm finally alone.
a gun to my head,
a knife to my chest.
which death do u think
would be best?