The early morning bounced through hallucinations
A rope of insanity hangs by the joker’s throat,
The room began to close inside my realm
I looked up and the barrel was poignant,
A dream hidden between the moon and the stars.

  
The force of reality, common man hold on to the pill of fear
Crawled the streets of jubilee, indulge a conversation with white pages,
Empty formalism beneath the walls of a theater,
Too much to unravel in the world of a crying love

  
Pealing before my eyes, one at the time, the novelty of the breeze
Life e is too short for regrets, the heart broken dance inside a bottle
All is above the pain, the lubricant of a vineyard, driven carefully by the lost
Gather the brave sitting inside the front lines,
My ink drowning inside an ice cube

  
The nakedness of a ballerina working through satin ropes
Strangest reality of loneliness,
Nearly routine of plunging underneath honesty
The excavation of words left me breathless,
A peaceful ride encounters the nobility of a human heart,
The honey love goes though gates, the water of life, lift a notion of cruelty

A gatekeeper silently whispers to rain forcing
The promised of God to intervene for the sake of salvation
Atonement commence inside a brain wave of devastation
Heavy lost of hands under a clear path ideology…




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