Vibrant colors flood through the engravings in my skeleton, the bright lights shining through my skin, along every nerve as they illuminate themselves to make known their pain. What a useless light show, that nobody asked for, telling everybody in vain that it wants to be released.
Slow and steady The pace at which my heart delineates Glow and gliding Yet, the result it generates Flow and floody The rate at which the world emancipates Blows and ****** Yet with this, greatness and progress are always enunciate But, is it the result that is really ******? I think it's still the heart of men The end will justify the means The result will reflect the reasons I won't mind the pace at which I think I'll only be careful about the result it will bring But as I analyse and appraise with my mind I'll be mindful of the time Time is money they say Thought is honey I say So far it yield a desirable and reasonable conclusion
A rolling stone gather no moss A deep thought gives its result a gloss Especially if with it you are engross Pace though is an added advantage The race should be won without a bandage
Who was your ******* rock? The one you relied on when others relied on you? I was the keystone who kept you together and kept the others together unbeknownst to them. I was the bandage sealing the wound from the bacteria of the world, from the ill thoughts and mean-spirited things of the world. I was your ******* crutch that supported you and helped you stand upright in this world. But just like a crutch, like a bandage, I was discarded once the problem was summarily handled. I hope you bleed out next time.
This is the first thing I've written in months. Nothing like anger to make someone impassioned, heh? Either way, I just had to get something out or this was going to eat me up.
You are no longer the same Your smile has be beaten so bad that I can no longer recognise it Your eyes scream that your in pain while you fake a smile You keep your mouth shut and your thoughts to yourself You used to be outgoing and happy You used to be very opinionated You used to have a smile that could light up the whole town What happened What happened to your laugh can you no longer use it What happened to your smile can you not repair it What happened to your confidence can you not find it That's ok I will help you repair what is broken, find what is lost, use what is discarded, I will bandage up what has been beaten. I will help...
I once assembled a joint with tourniquet in a flash that caper with anesthetic there still struck awhile in fiasco when dovetail would matter with adhesive that shined this local area with avocado mince