Right straight in my eye it flew dressed in a greenish colour,
incompetant plant,i stare with mistical eyes.
With rage multiple builts of anger,
I yelled by my first name and wished to bite it to ease the pain of vengeances.
but i was indeed struck by the smell of ecstacy,
i treasured it for it managed to make me cry,
seasons changed,
it let go of its touch and nature smiled backwards.
not even a flinch of tears,
that flashed from out of nowhere,
i lost the count of time.
Either i was sleep walking writing my dream down,
or she was one of a kind.
Louded incounted blipping like a tone of birds,hanging on a broken branch.
Scoutching in a green simbeling carpet,like a jungle nothing like the dungean.
Wide open,a sparcils of beathrate thine,just
picturing a skalpture created by leverage skylark.
Wembling in a sour field,filled with corn plants,hungary with swet,scoutching in a wide open land.
Marking clouds of lark with trumbling steps of amusement in a wide open land.
He had it with him,slow perch incore by the silence crowd announced.
whoote the sound of fight,fought to repend no more scattered.
Not pain just a lesson portials awaken/arise like day light is no longer...
Loud noise from the bushes that beast hasnt laid its head down,mouning such survival.
Waiting...time runs like a fly buzzes for freedom that an escape,
Darkness dawn,still rise bittererd like a wild bull in a struggle.
Not many but few,how unfair yet patiency rages like haunted flames.But that leaves me with no choice i wait again.
