Oh how marvellous
It is to
Write and drink
Your guts out,
How scary

A night in the dark with the crick
Undefined moaning of flashy eyes c
The hatching of egg sound with pie
From a very tall stripped tree,
The moon and the stars paints;

As may that it is, even though you
Philanderer,
Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c
With the hoard
Shouting in loud bars, even though

Look at me, lying on the sofa
With the thought of money and fame
And my waist-bones cringes
Of the moves and roads and efforts
Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say

Love me with no range; and never p
Through me, love me like a gate an
Cease to open me, love me like a m
Same and exact with no compromise.
Love me peacefully like bodies dro

Oh, the moon should be cautious of
The moon should always glance to k
If i am still here, dressed or nak
With all of my conscious sins and
Witnesses; my eyes could blindly e

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

To love is to risk lonliness
To die is to risk life
To seek is to risk lost
To breath is to risk hope
To feel is to risk numbness

I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.

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!,