Poetry Click-Click
Tears Knock-Knock
Consciousness Ticks-ticks

This Poetry Just Got Me Lost-Lost
And Felt Sick Like The Most-Most

When I Unpack, Her **** Scene
Stir It With Sad Theme,
And Play It Slow Like Emotional Film
They Also Cry In Pain:
Her Fam(Family).
I Touched More Wounds Than I Thought.
As She Feels The Shame
I Wax Her Heart With Sweets Of The Soul
Closing Every Hole
On Her Heart
With Poetical Punchlines
Poet's Undying Lies.

That Moment When I Heal
The Rejected, Almost Aborted Soul.
I Lose My Self Trying To Find The Cure
For His Dark Bleeding Pole
On His Heart, That Is Stretched By Cold Nights'
And Rain Drops, Displayed By City Lights.
I Put Together, Words And Let Him Forget He's An Orphan,
A Deserted Token.

I Always Touch-Touch
Her Wound, From Last Night's Punch
Banging On The Walls
Till Her Beauty Falls.
She Married A Monster,
Though I Plaster
That With Motivations
And Uncomplicated Solutions.

Down-Down
I Go,
After Realizing My Poetry Flopped
Cause They're Souls Not Yet Touched.

Like, That Stripper
Who Found Her Self Deeper
In All Men's Pants.
I Told Her, crazy Facts
But In Malema's Ascent.
At The End I'm Unheard.

Chained In Dark Cells,
With Terrifying Beasts
Unseen, Living spirits
Whom Hurt You Dearly.
They Trapped Me,
And Told Me To Let Go
To Live You Alone,
For You To Remain Hurt On Your psyche.

No-No
I Won't.
I'll Write Till You're Free
For Poetry Free's.
I Always Cook The Soul And Mind Freeing Poetry.