Order
Thomas.
Atticus.
Mansin.
Baron P.
Tim.
Heychoo.
Engivale.
Twisted enchantments of a fairy tale.
Enthrawled through the eyes of a child.
Distinct phases of a surplus education.
Thoroughly played upon a canvas of mind.
It's hard to breathe easy with broken heart strings-
I've been singing my final breaths
for each step of mile I've said I'd start to pardon,
while learning it's just a little hard to live with
dry eyes after sitting in this barge of burning bridges.
I harbour thoughts like pirate ports black hearted no remorse
Yet light a course upon the shores of mental well explored
seek innocence left guilty ……. any means is my retort
know at its core a seed is born roots feed upon the spawns
Rotten, succulent and sweet………hypocrisy ignored.
Dark clouds shroud the lines of scriptures vandalised
I’m a vandal I hold the candle to burn my very line
of destiny- I messed the stressed notes of life abreast
to the paranoid convict dropping the knife on my thread.
The seed of hatred takes root deep inside the mind
Planting lies in time.. Shadowed thoughts of pride will wind
To the surface leaving a demonic figure.. You’ll try to find
Remnants of your former existence positioned in the relic
Embellished desires of blood grasp your head n swell it.
Perfect zen, paper friends, multi-million men -
residing, confiding, they find my mind inviting
just for a second of sanity, spare their emotional
vanity - dont call it my mind, call it my home..
I cease to exist without beliefs that persist,
What's faith to me is love; Basically bliss;
In my case it's miss, if it's that or a Hit-
I just wish these hushed lips were flattered with spit...
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