She calls on you like the blisfull mermaid the is reconing doenst bother who is where she is but the start of an unformal affair the wife of many and the truth uncompared she is but a mermaid staring in the distance the long lost love awakens a shinning bright spark of another prey she is the worst of all predators you do not know my dear what is the wrongess and the darkness of the matter the vengeful is still at large the bliss is atlast come to the poise of unconditional salvage the attorney of the sage is but his past the wise tell you to take retreat in the shell of death the sage tells you to step ahead for the moses of times is just blind by the rage of the matter is a customary shatter the bliss is real my friend you see you are not involved in the pscychopath drama they have crafted your nerves so well you become the cup the drama the morphine to your pains is but another tragedy a bigger one to ease the pains of the past lives you are the serendipitous archive of the documented torture a mind can concieve or relive in the lonliness the shutter of the blind called eyes may not blink but the urge to put inside a prickly object to bleed your self out at least somthing should come out not a word not a sound but more and more profund silence a more psychlogical war fare a more deadly hit a more angered adversary the more precise path is that of forgiveness your choices lead you here you can choose a new destination your sights must not fail you are but an unanswered prayer you are but an unanswered prayer...
my wounds are my words i hope to turn them to flowersΒ Β with practice i hope sure soon