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

As knowledge will enrich its own s
For so many comfort peace
Will make aware,
For so many sheet our bed
Will yearn, for so many seeds

Sometimes i feel like
I have done it all
But maybe its not me
Its the silk that’s unwilling
To cover my feet.

Culprit are tend to be
Visible when a craft
Is alarmed.
A trigger can become
Hostile while depending

My thoughts are
All outlined with white
Colour
You don’t need to
Worry; they are

You are beautiful
Regardless of what
Beauty means.

Tomorrow is a pretense 
Which you have to consciously Bel

All this
Is
Just
A front
Am

You don’t have to bleed to
Satisfy them all
Just throw them a bone
And watch them bring it back.

A full moon had shown tonight
And its a dynamic of her own beaut
Her own smile and her own personal
What addition could tears bear whe
Feelings are idle and uncomprehend