I try to create like a god but something is missing. probably the divinity maybe my humanity makes me limited. I'm acceptable to pain, so tears dive off my chin; as I search for a purpose from within. coming up empty handed makes me want to try again and again. failure lets me not tofailure is a dream killer, failure got me giving up on life,failure distorts my perception of wrong and right. now I'm intoxicated living and dying in one night. but there is no regrets.on my worse day there's a glimpse of hope and on my best day there's depression lurking around me. demons surround me like a large social crowd, laughing at my prayers. but its something wonderful about there stares I'm accustomed to the abuse cause at least someone cares.