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Why? The question we ask always. But, do we ever get the answer? Maybe that’s why binging on a story became the weapon against the dark necromancer The starts to things that are amazing, deceive me with a suicide at the end that I never see coming how did a passionate kiss in the morning […]

I keep asking the question, At first my head rolled through all of them As thoughts did stumbled to a burst Funny head said it’s none of them Cruel heart put in front my lonely soul Making me stare up, feeling the night’s sky I behest then beseech to this mind so foul It seemed

let’s me stand in a cold without shivers My head, Why do u make me sleep in quivers Oh there it goes another dream of mine This time it’s a sea and a little dandelion I wanna swim to the island where she is I can’t. Why? Oh yeah an excuse please I don’t need

I ate what I liked and supported an epitomized assholic brat I don’t know, the devil might have done it I failed and messed up the life to be an illiterate brute Yeah, I think the devil made me do it I squashed a little chick under my foot Hey, What do I know? The

Lil Jon, Lil Jon On his way to his barn Cattle jitting up, Coz all the grains eaten up The store isnt out nearby A ride it is for the day so dry On his way in the bright sunny day There was the far ahead hay He eyed it and rode by to the

Once there was a child Watching the wild tide He didn’t know how to write Say, or think. Just waiting for a bite Day in and day out He was a solemn fuck up Nobody knew, nobody cared And when he wanted talk, he hadn’t dared All the vultures and wolves he hadn’t seen Came

Floating on the neon blue Eyes stuck to the dark skies like glue Drown any lower, I’d die breathless Stop flapping, death comes nonetheless Between the relaxation and keeping dread so far Existential questions popped up, for each shining star How can one be so unwind Yet, be lost in thoughts and strained? Who cares?

Change, Why does it happen? At times slow and most times sudden From scorching love to peaceful retract From painfully inseparable to grievously cracked Best when hoped for peace Not when the hurt’s obese Change, the constant reaper Of life, from the first dot till the last paper

I am a scared living thing No face, no guts nothing I am a crooked living thing Messed up head and boring I am an isolated thing places of comfort just walk away in a ‘bing’ I am a stupid little thing That makes trust damaging I wanna be a lovable thing life of mine

A little cat on two legs walked with two hands on two kegs Of water, filled up to survive With a weak family that cannot strive Thirsty they are and responsible the cat is On a search for water, more it went and still it is There wasn’t any water. But no matter. It went