Mellifluous Murmurs

Driven To The Wild

I try my best and yet I strive

I might as well just die down into a platter and you may sprinkle that delicious yet seasoning chive.

I'm trying so hard to stay quite alive yet I'm down under the level "dive"

I could even push myself underwater and accept the pain that is equivalent to a thousand stings from bees that reside in a hive.

I should try to keep in mind that it is not that easy to reach up that easy from a zero to a five

let this pain die down a little and hopefully I could shake all of this poison off with a little moves I learned from a show of jive.

Anger boils up inside of me; I am not a weakling! I have strength and I am made of power

I won't back down and I surely will not cower

everything can't be hidden nor can you sprinkle the goodness of a flower

I can scream again with all of my might and this time it won't last less than an hour

I am able of tearing your flesh and shredding your thoughts into a billion pieces of paper that would soon shower.

Hell, I even know how critical your fragility is and the only thing I'd do to overcome you is stand my body tall and let it look down at you as it would tower

You're so rancid, so revolting, and so damn sour

You should definitely take time to roam yourself down and end your day up by taking a scour. 

I stand tall atop of you, dirty evil vile

when you open your mouth, my senses retort the outlet of bile

you should sit down with yourself and figure your entire life out by organizing your file

You cannot -definitely- overcome me because you are just a sat pile 

even as vulnerable as your smile;

you really need to wake up and see your awakened trial 

it might be worth the while.