Life is temporary, to find no meaning, is obnoxiously distorting.
Wrath, sore high, yet left with scares and absurd melody .
River flows, not in me, but through, my heart , which was once adored. Ensnared by, what could never be, love and hell , the coin , two sides of the one surface.
Sensation, so unusual, it tingles right through me. No budge , stilll , grieving , anew fresh melody.
~Syzy
