From Life we need more to the meaning as to why Our Hearts sometimes beat rhythms that never Stop Screaming.
  


My lonely Mind forces skies to cry storms of ice, confused swarms of moths erasing out fabric lives.
  


Like a Mirror a Imagination  turns into a true tragedy it’s a sad situation that was never meant to be.
  


My Personality has many actors to play different roles this world wants to see. My Smile is the make-up that I use to hide just how I feel.
  


My Eyes are always searching for a picture only painted for me. My Touch is so cold all it craves is some warm heat.
  


My Taste is always bitter from the lies my thoughts always speak. My “
Soul smells of roses that were never send to me.
  


My Words make no noises they as silent as the church bells that call us to pray from deep with-in.
  


My Personality is split and left all alone like an old willow tree. From Life we need more to the meaning as to why our hearts sometimes beat rhythms that never stop screaming.


Jidos Reality 28.1.13