The rustic handles… they bind me to the folded cards
The counterfeit the cryptic sky that discerns my creeded disreflections
Steal the missing pieces to the puzzle of my approving gullibility
And let the friendly ghost keep my soul of exceeding sorrows

Let my mind be released form your own created prison
Place a hand in front, so the guilt will continue to circulate
The pressure of the weight of words that couldn’t escape the lips in time
Seem to be the reason to why I’m lifted so high far above from being heard

Spoken refrains vanquish the frights that abducts what is fine
And the heart that always attempts but can never be mended
And here you were, leaving me warnings
There I was disregarding the consequences

Your idea
And my cooperation
Counts the end to the stall of faults that have been further stained
They start to catch up
And begin to taint the sanctum of all thoughts
Becoming flogged
Every movement a precise digestion  

But with a single offering you perfected the mess
Perfected the sinned humanity
Perfected everything
Leaving me behind
A broken lost mishap that shouldn’t have been brave enough to take a single breath in this world
And shouldn’t have been foolish enough to think that it could amplify the little emotions that I managed to posses
But in the end my worst mistake was thinking that I was even close to being considered

A real human