time walks.
giant steps
carving
an absence,
a heart shaped
niche.

time walks.
rosary stones
ground
into nothing.
not an echo
nor a breeze.

coffee wouldn't soothe his pain
blood wouldn't flow right in his vein
books are his love, his companion
the pages were the reflection to his dominion
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His body took a long walk of despair
his thoughts so paralyzed, no spiritual repair
melancholy triggered his burning bridges
no recall or a sight of purity
life and death was lying next to him
heart so cheap, so unfortunate
but his soul reached out
and whispered, "clarity is a state of mind"
Deception broke his happiness to bare
a goth's retreat would never compare
the darkness inferiorated his peace
kindness was so rare - death called his name
heart so desparate, so lost
but his soul reached out
and whispered, "clarity is a state of mind"
Ear occlusion and concussions were his gravitation
reluctant sadness killed his meditation
no recognition or understanding from his peers
body kindled its way to the hearts of people
he know not his worth, his birth
heart so fragile, so irregular
but his soul reached out
and whispered, "clarity is a state of mind."

I live to embrace i
but myself always introdes
Whenever me gets into the race
I chase green but but myself wants to be chained by yellow

I hate selfies coz they make me try to look good to myself till wins the drag race to the central shelf

I was and always will be before introduction , before before I am , me follows then myself oppose
Don't allow your cloths  to close your I coz you might loose insight

In  begins the bible , amen closes it .. In amen I begin ,neither me nor myself are mention so never put first the colour not needed in the picture

This piece of art I wrote is really close to my heart because u don't how it feels when your house is teard apart by those who are inside.
Everytime I stare at my house I shoe smiles while inside am thinking I wish I was many miles away from sinking
I captured that picture when you promised me new furniture you said if I let you in my house will have a shiny floor and lovely and dovely features but I never knew I was opening a door to a vulture that is about to rapture all my lovely and dovely features

I choose to sattle than to be in a car with a person presing the paddle to a battle I will never win and so forth bring scars I choose to settle than to be locked behind these bars