The eye of blank yet desperate convict
Touches of cloud was the aid of clone of ashes being poured in the brutal in the seas of creation
How would u describe one affection towards someone who descends within the height of a long convey soul
Gratitude of mischief
The walk of cloud being neon-like seizures of vein
Falling in out hard of all the addiction was one embodiment of the sense of being how much cold of emptiness
One-touch
Losing all my sense till the geek of an heir was the airres of Aries
The old prison walker of all clouds
That hears nothing of the earns of society yet being speechless of powerless animal being grip by chains
Taking it all off
Animal of injustice
Yet prove of control was hard to let go
I had to fight to make it thru all the darkness
I was drowning in my pain
No one was there in my anxiety breakdown
They say the poet doesn't break nor down even if everything is falling apart
But it's not true
I am here breaking every single soul of my min to stick the pieces
Always thought things were different
Things or relationships with parents are healed in the lock of wisdom and gratitude
I am wrong again I guess
I broke again
With all the world haunted again
Tears were sliding down like waves were crashing down
I didn't know how to reach out for help
When I am a case of gone of pain
A knife that was made of a sharp blade
Struck me like a moon of the old galaxy
I have sabotaged everything I knew about myself
I broke into pieces
And maybe u wouldn't realize how much I hate u for it
I was a fault in the eyes of inspiration
Being the good sight of skepticism is not the root of all rot verses
With the audition of my aspiration
Yet I have been craving something major out of all the outlet that conceived the odorless texture
Of one extinguisher
I am all years God but the ever going temptation of boiling graves was a hurtful infection being a craved of a various factor of glory
Inspect of old and jay of thee
Was orderly hath at the ends of powered polish