when the comes the bad

i reek goodness.

im sick of it.

i have to give in.

someone i have to lose out,

close your ear to the nagging voice.

be free of the shackles.

but there'll be a time to put them back on.

i will find the time when to put them on or take them off.

'be spontaneous' is the term.

i drew something once, a baby with curly hair, a hybrid of a devil and an angel.

but of late, its been too much of the angel.

time for the devil to come out i guess.

ying and yang needs to be balanced.

fuck the good boy for once.