I am sure no one would read this
I am very certain no sane being
Will get the message.
The message is very complicated bu
I will try my best to decode the s

Writing is like drugs
You will never stop wanting more
Or trying so hard to see how high

It will not make you rich
It doesn’t mean that you are speci
There are no extra powers
Only an effort will do
And you will never stop

You are beautiful
Regardless of what
Beauty means.

Atleast I
Have love
For something
That is not
secured

This could
Be
Magic
Only if
You

Is that still you sitting on a bul
Or am i just dreaming, maybe
Not a bull after-all or is it a ho
Am i just whinnying,
Is that the end of the road

I have
Loved
Less
Since
The last

When you light up
My dreams brightens
When you smile and pause
My heart pause a beat
When you cry

On love will you hate when time
Waltz by unpleasantly and same
Love will the lapping wave satisfy
A couple of beauty praise.
More love and pure strength will

Nature is
A beautiful
And most
Hated luxury
But you

I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.

I can’t
Afford
Pride for
Now
Even if

For death will applaud to us and w
To thee not death.

I pride myself in the midst
of pain, pleasure
Brain and honesty.

Life is a maze
and death Is the way out.

Demons
I will bring out the demons in you
I will close the trenches and make
The demons feed in you
They will feel what it’s like for

I am
A
Different
Person in
Real life,

I see fairness in death than man,
as death will show honesty to take
by gender, race, sexuality or rich
and he would ponder to hide
when life is so unfaithful to man

I can play
Different roles
But there have
To be no rules
Or tears because

If i could love night more as my o
might and sleep next to night with
but just me and her blue iris sigh
her eyes that rest on beauty of
endless flourish flight, owls, dog

I love
Everything
That will
Make
Me

Life could spike your drink
Love could stab your heart
Feelings could blame your tears
Money could pay for less
Attraction could buy your sight

The delights of autumn,
the cats shivering and the birds
as silence as a morning morgue, th
that blows you backward and coldne
that knit deep into your dry skin,

They don’t
Surprise me
They live in a
Different world
Different city

Is this life I seek
Is this purity I recall
Is this love I felt
Is this death I ordered
And If i could write them all,

This should not be stilled,
The rat and the fox should not be
The wind should not stop blowing
Hearts should never be stopped bre
But doc philip needs to stop swear

For life will fairly drench and
We will with no option but famousl

I don’t try too hard
They can’t help
Enough but loosen
Their shacks and
Jump down from their

Only
If
You
Could jump
Out

There is just only
One thing
Separating
Me and my
Bad habits

A very good piece does not
Wake up In just one rainy day
Or perhaps a sunny day 
If there are no luck, a very good
Might not even rise at all.

I think mostly
When there
Is no ink
No pen
Or when my

In life we prepare for tomorrow no
Just like a judge,
We mend or break hearts
And just like a bad dream,
We focus on waking up.

I feel like I have seen them all
And buzzing around in black and wh
White socked into bleach of evils
They wish to break us all but
With divine intervention we surpas

When in battle
We know men
But not fully,
We know men that
Folds up their sleeve