While passing
                Through the garden
                                     The thorn pierced my palm
For revenge
               I hit it back
                              Only my palm bled

I say less than half
of everything that I see,

          thus, silence is my hell.

There's so much you hide
Behind that opaque mask
But for the sake of love, dear,
I do not ask.

Freestyle:                                My heart
                                                         Coming alive
                                                               Again,
                                                        Finally maybe
                                                             I can live

my heart is coming alive
again yes it's awake now
my old radiance                                      :Haiku

                                                 *Rhyme:                  My heart is coming alive
                                                                                 again, it's on fire,
                                                                                 finally I can maybe
                                                                                 reclaim my significant
                                                                 brand of crazy

Sentence:        My heart is coming alive again, finally maybe I can be free

Literal             I feel so good again and the future doesn't seem so scary anymore

I'm never brainwashed.*
*Who can possibly wash a totality of empty spaces?