Conscience
Great wheel of mysteries, bloody and tricky,
Heavy archeries thrust upon people's picky probability,
Creating walls and walls...
Built with rocks and stones,
Why they beagn to be better of non-chalant?
And inside their aorta, comes those vines of loaded aches,
Feet is numb...but all I can do was to smile and gesture a thumb,
Rest in the middle of the night.
Cannot sleep, so dread and flow of tears are shed by pillow,
Covered gloomily silent, covered truth ness to what I've deceived.
Clouds of cotton-likeliness dreams
As I lay lie...
Telling myself that I'm alright ,
My fingers are piano waves,
As I click those undue chances,
Forgiving and replacing shatter pieces of those...
Messy jigsaw puzzles; with the one who complete every trace of my lost portrait,
Eyelids took a shot of old nightmares, began to stares up the stairs...
It's all gone, I am...
The science of fair faith sciences.
The chances; I'd chance out,
It's alll go for gone, he said.
💛: ♡♡~~say says,
@jas
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Lovely Sure Azures
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