Knowing nothing is everything in all, with the sence of not being the victim and still holding his palm, blame the rest it wasnt the lips it was " The balm". fearing the unknown that's stuck in my brain, to consume, to ignore wasnt even a gain .The irritating redundent voice still blemeshes in rage a choice gone wrong and now im all vague.
Doesnt make sence or to indirectly condome, of destrying the every piece that there is to a home .theres never no sun cus its only been rain, how cliche but u messed up our name. its hard to not hide when the suffers never away ,cant sleep with these pillow who have once seen me lay . Im sheadin nd shreading cant see my own frame. dont open the door or jus say im insane, wining the lost of the all dead time. soulmate introduced me to the bitterness so fine ,blissfully seeking the atmoshepere in doubt.
Cant imagine my next venting might need a new rout