A needed love to quench the thirsty feeling of a sore soul for 22,000 years.The heart is pale and dead yet the gene it possesses, is still longing for a love like oxygen; the gin to awaken this heart from death's dungeon and put it back to its li...
Afar I hear and hear a singing amygdala bell. Closer I get, stands in view a gigantic cell. But the one shackeld inside, looks more intimidating. A wardner I become turns out invigilating.
A couple of times I unhandcuffed, I got slapped with trouble. Who knows this time I'd end up receiving double? Fear to reach out I cradle my limbic bars. Who isn't scared to set free a word who's feel gives much scars?
Trust indeed is a giant word. Trust is as big but bigger than this world. Beneath trust's feet I feel so small. I'm a baby and trust is the Babylon wall.
Wish I could trust, But trust is vast. In its midst I was half eaten by betrayal. To say it converted me from small to tiny, you'll be in denial.
Easy to spell and you'd end up easily charmed by its spell. To taste trust again, my tongue I'd rather sell. I can enthrust trust to others and overlook its dangers, but all are strangers, all are strangers.
Even though swallowing this vile bile of honesty hurts, we are all even strangers to the earth. Strangers to the earth we entered, that had already arrived 39.8 trillion hours ago.
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