The pain was long, vicious in me! Wounded crater-deeply lurking burning stigma-wound mule still whimpering child whimpering daily: Howling the wild, ruthless “Afraid” The eternal children's shoes were worn by the mature adult s The ringing of promises guaranteed me -went years of echoing joy!
 
This galad now voluntarily closed his executioner-prison in his prison cage and deliberately forgot as a pathetic hiding place! It is an old-fashioned admiration for me to remain a romantic Knight and not have to face the trendy posh and counting goosebumps of this devalued, lousy Age! Even as an emigrated addict to loneliness, I will not be a exploitable grinning tool of tangled salvation even then!
 
I am still sleeping frozen in me, the fluttering stench of flutter dripping under the ashes of *****, which suffocates itself daily and does not allow me to move on! - It took me a long time to endure Humility when “some” used my life as a doormat with cheeky-seventies and forced me into a deliberate self-chasing cat-mouse duel! Because I could never want to play voluntarily; captivated by the drift of Fate directed to as yet unknown shores! The shadows of this vile-counting Age did not overwhelm me as an accepting acceptance: I could not have babysit my child yet! "Maybe it's all too late to try?!"
 
One day, perhaps, even a light caught will voluntarily bang for admission - let him welcome me into my heart…