The dreams of the image you had once pictured in your mind
As your imagination screams,trying to avoid strictured kinds
Mankind can`t erase it,neither can your memory,dark as emery
So you start to shed your misery,
The pain goes and gains,
Starting to rattle veins and brains go insane,
Your mind has a little talk with the image asking why it appears,
The image tells a riddle of a man being stabbed and has been dead for years
The image and your mind have a scrimmage and your mind demolishes the frontiers
Poem for the return of Unknown Skillz