I do
This to save
Me from
Insanity And
Importantly

poetry in my bones, just a little
plenty in my bones, it burns and
burns even when i try cleanse away
creativity in my bones,
i have love for other things;

My wishes—for all their dreams,
I wish i could help, i wish i coul
The frost on the glass and hope fo
Not the stress but ease, and for t
To laugh at me when I wish;

All this
Words looks
Exactly the
Same
I bet

Every forsaken days of the week,
Every unfortunate month of the yea
I would arose from my own rest, lo
And i would sum the seconds, minut
To my rise or prime to my fall.

I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.

I Am not a drinker
If not I would have claimed that
Bottles help me write.

Let me not seek before my faith is
When the buds are trimmed for love
Not for unusual traits or heart wr
And not for solidarity to beg or r
Some debt; which my heart will dec

A bird with a flightless wings
That is what her love brings
When clock can tick no more
Like a naked eye of a devils core.
With a shame your rebel foresee

I find it
Hard
Reading a
Long paragraph
Of nothing