Apparently, it's just like the nights I was looking
forward to not remembering
There's solely nothing. that you can tell me
But, I'm not giving in
To, all lies and the crap that they keep bringing is.
Complete fictional arse, so off of favour it's
Privileged.
Made a home out of a closet
Stary nights without no comets
Drawn down deep into assets
To his demise. Verged from my vital harassments
Did it and finished, Delayed. quick
Then, hid away in shade
Of the maimed innocence.
Furious wars been fought within me
Still In it's procedure
We. me, myself the inhibitor.
Fights are drastic, now, you see!
Not giving a fuck. But how?
To wash the dainty smile off me.
What corresponds and equates?
I guess nothing does
Have to keep my chin up. To avoid the cause
Of having your head down.
Not looking at the narrow path
So queerish, need to conceal the truth from
My heben wrath.
Side note.
"An endowment to readers is that some tend to fall into
a category of Epeolatry.
So it's fair to accept what is bestowed unto us."
