Do not waste your life away Hanging around the wrong crowd For they have nowhere to go They are obnoxious and loud The more that you ally yourself with them Nothing but trouble and turmoil will appear You will often find yourself in a trance Am I making myself abundantly clear?
infinitesimal shards of glass glisten fiercely underneath neon lights of prospect a reflection of shattered hopes and aspirations now lay asunder for being trodden to dust carpeting over splashes of blood long gone brown a silver ring or two coated in red pearls scattered like a life torn to shreds rag-like bedsheets torn at the seams as if the fabric of reality was chewed by cruel Fate emptiness echoing through the debris of humanity; with a room torn of its plaster wallpaper paint chipping off like rain the conconcrete within never looked so ugly as now hideous and disformed by weathering the storm of conflicting ideals and isms numerous cracks snake through concrete body at any moment ready to crumble to naught.
can anyone fathom what wonders gave birth within these walls? first loves promised in wedlock, difficult loves resolved clemently, impossible loves grew to become the greatest, broken loves coalescence to wholeness, platonic loves strengthen for lifetimes, familial loves strung back once more.
Tis was the Rose Room of Ethereal Wonders that harmonized the tragedies of humans unfortunately even the worst of chaos is meant to remain unbridled of which to leave asunder is better or else You’ll just be a soul sacrified in vain