Out of my sorry words,
All over my face,
My face your body,
My body and soul
Finding rest,
Comfort in this pest inked by code

I am not willing to **** myself
For that better world for you
And the worst for me,
Yes, yes! The coward I am!
It is called a matter of good common sense
In some world!

Some world I regret losing;
Behind my back
You did a lot,
To my face spoken a cruel truth!
Well, that's that.
I Will confess, I loved my faith
In a fantasy taking me somewhere else...
Where I can finally breathe!
Where I can finally smile!
Where I am allowed to think,
To see, to believe and be
Not the arrogant ugly ****
You loved me remain
For you to have my soul and walk away.

Not willing to put an end to this charade
Some call life, I call it a trailing time
Lost hub in time...
'not willing to give up my whole heart for more suffering for me
And less and less good common sense for you.
My guess? : I turned up yellow.