How i hate your dark crooked bows,
The lynch of your exceeding notes
Buried in your solemn voice,
The way you twinkle like a white f
And the pace that you race

As i have reached the town,
The town which i thought never exi
The town; where two blocks are dro
The town; where more stoned-houses
And astonish sights of lands, lake

I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.

Heaven will be glad and passionate
for hell could not bare in comfort
Of some delicate souls prayer woul
So will earth cruse blissfully una
that flesh will rot with clothes,

A crooked faith with the deepest w
Immortality of conception about li
Weakest pace, slowest race.
Illegible notes with an unclear ma
Although its more revelation, appr

They are roaring
And ready
To go but
My shoe
Laces are still

Love to a novice is sincerity and
And to an expert with trampled edg
Insanity at its deepest phase,
As discernment will love wisdom an
As richness will love power; love

now i can see life
better
now i know the difference between
life and death and now i know life
is nothing but a box of cereals.

I trust myself too much
That I sometimes forget how
To trust my pen.

Close your eyes
What do you see?
Light Or darkness
They are as bad as
Each other, too