The clock is ticking times runing out,
counting down slowly saying welcome to my story.
When is thy who said it was mine just so nice,
vigorously it tense my emotions,
feeling said yet its not a journey to an end.
Thou thee has a historical lie,shall thy see the truth to my personal lesh,
What?...dounting each second,
a year it stands when it renders flaring from a long distance.
Whom shall thee be named thou thy hav to speak in phrases it remaind...
bell sounds even when sundays have been left,
the chorus to an end.
The clock keeps tingiling my ears,
when will it end,
what suggestion do you have?
it eased for a while meanwhile i said,
enough!...
i felt that touch it never last
thou it continued time and time and again screaming like a worrior,
battling to an End,
enough said it was a light i could not contain
thou it spread through within it never stopped...
his heart stiffined like a solid rock.
Patient,listen thy who believed relieved,
thee sweaped our minds and heart pounded like he who laid there.
Walking away for he came to rest,
wondering if heaven really existed good by...silent
It was a hand full of dust the share of untilled fields,
surrounded by wildeness and viciousness spoiled by the front blest of salvation.
Thou it was silent,the whispering birds purify the heavens,
longing an aching in my heart exeedingly tearing him apart he never feard.
Untieng the knot of his burden,then freedom spoke.
Enough...,alone no more.
Defeat not the fail to try not deniel.
when all seem lost rest asured,continue...
Emptiness was the theme to giving up,but the journey was close to an end.
The wild pour its strews of ecstacy and thankless to hunger for his blessings,
far beyond his memories cherished to keep peace and prosperity.
It was a hand full of dust the share of untilled field a land beyond.
All have disappeared but not worthy for a tear.
All has lost colour not rust just dust,flering wind adjust.
All has no melody to a pas de deux,without baby steps.
All has fled with disgust,mentioning savoir faire.
All has no archer,my star sign is sagittarius.
All has sounded in Latin,making rusty noise just meanless.
All has washed away,trying to repaint the smiles,once more i cry.
All has no burden,perching my back from behind a murk frightened.
All ephemeral inter vigorously,loose of apetite yet drooling...
All has mutilate despair,a single torch for the tunnel
ahead,darker days.
All has silence with tears in my eyes,just this once can we do it for lark.
All of them trapped in a sanctum,like the sun is scariar than the silent nights.
I hate it when people judge others for whatever reason,its just stupid and foolish and it makes me sick,but i don't like to sound like i'm better than them or that i know much than they do.It pains me to see them point fingers and laugh like its a joke.So like they say don't you ever judge a book by its cover might as well just greet them or look and say no word,because one day judgements will be punished for all sins deserve it.
