Just become a victim of property!
Is it just the time for no serenity.
Kill off the cute with happy happy.
My mind is off like a piece of Frozen ice.
What don't i se when presented to me.
My eyes are far from me.
Just to be the prison of property.
The total of your company.
Just to see what can be come of the.
What to become, has a place to see.
No longer, i am now the stained cloths.
to the moon's eggs, is this empathy.
Invited to the choices to be made.
In my mind is a parade.
Now a joker that will soon screw one self.
Two and three, to the sun you will see.
Point out the side of disfunctionality.
Picking at my skin, what is the real sin.
Something to see, in the circle is brought to be.
Better as a story, looking at a lord to become for me.
The ending, is turing out when we see the well.
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Now, I really don't care for rhyme but this stanza:
"What to become, has a place to see.
No longer, i am now the stained cloths.
to the moon's eggs, is this empathy."
really had wonderfully dark imagery that I rather took a fancy to. Thank you for sharing this piece, I'll keep an eye out for your later works.
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Thank you so much
Thanks for paying attention to my writing. There are a couple more i am thinking of posting that i hope you enjoy..
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