Is it sweet yet like a scorpion tail stings? Do you really remember Not to sink but swim? Warm crimson casualties cascade delicately down a cupid’s bow row row row yourself in my boat gently down this fatalistic dream.
Once I killed a butterfly. It was white like lace I could see through every line of the hand I trapped it in. And to here, I sit and wonder if that is the movement that made my life so unsolvable. So little, so monstrous and not like lace myself at all.
There was a smoke coming out from my goals, i guess i ignited it!!. I hope i'll be able to smother before it flourishes more and extirpates my walk of life!!!
It's distressing to be forlorn, when the journey is already arduous!! I need a hand which can escort me,justifying my flair!! I need someone to clamor out my fervour!! I need someone to aid me!! I need succour!!!!!!!!!