I do not write my poetry for no-on
And every dawn, i do not reason wh
—On about mystic my work chaperon
Mystic is me but with more time yo
You will break the mystery and lea

why do you take years in craving
what can’t last?,
perhaps a little bit trust may be
that angry gravy eyes you stare wi
burst in horror!,

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

I cry blood
I cry a very dark red blood
I cry
I cry to read along the lines
I Cry a meaningless tear sometime

Words cannot say
How long i would love to live
Words be dear not to say
How much i would rather live to fi
Words better not say

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

Read as light becomes brighter
Dance like hell will never succeed
Laugh as life becomes a feather
Walk like pride will be dear to up
Stroll in your own certain majesty

Give me love
O you, as sacred heart
Are hard to trust.
Plunge my bones
With humor

Nothing is worth writing About
until something Is worth reading a

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