The cloud thicken with distorted hope
Our flesh rapidly ****** out
In *******
In sicken rag with stinking scents
The odour of poverty
Repels Her souls

At the corner of Her broken world
Sat still with melted chains
Her tears
Driving a hole on her tattered skin
As Her backbone seems crippled
By hoarders

She yells in a low whisper
Claiming for empathy
Her voice also seems broken
And so, none luck up to her corner

While she sat in Her emptied shell
Stretching forth for a fight of faith
She watches her future lights outraged in darkness
As Her only Hopes re traded like betrothed Goats

With aching pain
Her silk in ***** lace
She strive hard for a starling bridge
Give Him a book "
Build up Her pride"
She moans with a strain of wreaking hope

Raise your head high"
A whisper then said
"Its called the good fight",because Faith is a fight..

I'm seeing stars
seeing stars
paisley patterned
sparkling stars
quasi quilted
layered quarks
seeing stars
I'm seeing stars
sparkly
sugar-coated stars
sprinkled Spangled
pavement frost
seeing stars
I'm seeing stars
walking to the
doggie park
stepping along
the shiny
shimmering
glittery stars
I'm seeing'em
seeing stars
shining
shimmering
glittery stars

you never understood why
i always wanted to stay in
every night and neither did
i but you forced me to go out
and expected me to be grateful
but you were hurting me and
i couldn't breathe and i tried
to tell you over and over it's
not helping but you never
listened and now you're angry
with me for cutting off the one
person that never really wanted
me to get better