UntitledThere is no other thing that could make me scream,
The way you do when you hype up that ream.
A pleasant story of two lovers intertwined,
Melted against a background of harmonious time.
The flowers of fortune,
Fall from the sky,
And I, my dear,
Will be left far behind.
UntitledBecause, sometimes you have to suffer,
Because, it is not always the easy route,
Because, life is only worth it,
If you can say you chose the hard way out.
UntitledTo the life I'll never have,
To the world that will make me mad,
To the future filled with shit,
To the final finale, and the end of it,
To the art of love, and hate
To the fugitive of my fate,
To the people who follow,
To those who feel so hallow,
You cannot hold me down,
You cannot feed me round,
Feel the heart of a child's frown,
Fold and force yourself to drown.
UntitledCurrently we strive for a passionate cause,
No sighs to breathe when given a pause,
Hold up, steady now, fight against all odds.
UntitledI see you with both eyes,
Rightly for remembrance,
Left onto my brain,
The soothing sights sex of appeal,
With a hint of internal pain.
UntitledWithin the night there is a somber relevance.
No ears to pull in the sound of nonsense.
No eyes for seeing the darkest of plights.
Breathe slowly, follow your dream,
Wherein you cannot seem,
To find out how to get out.
UntitledIf I could contest to how I behave,
I would say I am on equal levels,
To that if a worn down slave.
Tired and hungry.
Depressed and confused.
Full of the worry,
Of my political views.
You cannot judge a slave to Gods.
You cannot hold one against all odds.
One little slave cannot hold their own,
Against a power that controls our home.
I'll price my head and sell my soul,
To something bigger than I'll ever know.
And as a profiter,
You should fully grow,
Take this simple truth,
Let me go.
UntitledPrecariously you promise peace.
No prize for sensational summaries.
Submit to the host of hostility,
An heiress of little to no hospitalities.