plant a tree in my heart, growing from anger, higher and higher with the deepest roots above and the longest branches below that i can climb up and find the way out of this dark forest of sorrow. glide over the highest cloud, swim in the deepest ocean. floating on the ghostriver from the cave where we were raised by hate, a realm built upon the murdered ones. i shall leave to feel alive or i'm to stay here to die. there's no lie if you believe in this world of hatred, there is no god its just faith. its like living with a knife at our throats every second of every day. my saints are the world's heathen demigods these saints are not heroes of vigor and rapture but abandonment and affliction. i am not created by misleading higher power, i am from love with no regret with a heart of a lion for all the ones i have.