Your face has a cold expression that resmbles the look of a desperate love clinging on to a breaking heart.

You have the heartbeat of a brave man constantly feeding a pain that sleeps in the wombs of your fears.

Relentlessly your mind searches for salvation in any thought that makes sense of the unrest that resonates deep within the origins of your being.

You have been torn apart and your bloodied hands stain the fabric of your days as you struggle to piece yourself back together.

The highs of your joys have been met by the depths of your sorrows, and because of this, here you stand, naked, alone under a lonely moon with only the sound of your bleeding heart beating in a deafening silence.

How the mighty have fallen, defeated by a smile and a moment...

what i found is that: the cold makes makes me infuriated; berserk; alcohol mingling with the cold is less a sedative and more an aphrodisiac, unlike alcohol and heat... get me a ******* hog to rupture! (figure of expression, shouting cognitively). sugar and caffeine remain the arabic antonym.*

oh look, a glass from which i've drank
some *****, balancing on the edge
of a book i've just bookmarked,
quiet authentically, resmbles
the leaning tower of Pisa...

a ******, a micro-cosmos of a latex
fetish...
               lizard ***.