In the slumber of thoughts,
I all alone cry my being out.
A coined message that will tell of this desire to paint your visage,
Of this fear,
Of never setting my black eyes on you
Of this indefinable ill that aches me up.
A feeling of rejection overwhelms my sole,
May the spirits of dreams enslave you in nightmares,
May I appear in dazzling black clothes,
May you never fall out but always sings my melodies,
May you understand the need n purpose of my life in ewe.
But the pointers are heavy,
A titanic downstream is on the table,
The general is no More,
Casting a lonenly image in the dropping falls,
But oh my, I understand why
It is in your hands now, I say thank you.
You not caged in me any longer,
You can traverse the world on own volition.
Remember the world is full of healing herbs that a prudent man should never ignore.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
In the slumber of thoughts,
I all alone cry my being out.
A coined message that will tell of this desire to paint your visage,
Of this fear,
Of never setting my black eyes on you
Of this indefinable ill that aches me up.
A feeling of rejection overwhelms my sole,
May the spirits of dreams enslave you in nightmares,
May I appear in dazzling black clothes,
May you never fall out but always sings my melodies,
May you understand the need n purpose of my life in ewe.
But the pointers are heavy,
A titanic downstream is on the table,
The general is no More,
Casting a lonenly image in the dropping falls,
But oh my, I understand why
It is in your hands now, I say thank you.
You not caged in me any longer,
You can traverse the world on own volition.
Remember the world is full of healing herbs that a prudent man should never ignore.
