Sedatives seduce to slay,
Destitute rests on my shoulders to delay.
Lost in blank black void space,
I feel goosebumps on my face.
Zenith seems to rise,
I raise my hand in disguise.
Tied in painless solitary,
Life falls in places of worry.
Release me from this vision,
Pleading as a beggar to burn these decisions.
Let serene dew settle
Chanting to free the little.
Tired from yawning future
I wanna write my present even if it ruptures.
Start should be good for the game
For dart to meet his aim.
It never matters after propelling it
As then you can't change its final hit.
If starting's stays stout,
Ending's gonna always shatter your best doubt.
Biggest conspiracy is seeing your future,
Confisticating your chance of living,to torture.
Divine energy bids before us,
Asking his greatest creation to scoot away his distrusts.
Muster this power to, not sit back and relax doing premonition,
But rather work harder to burn your ignition.
YOU ARE READING
Unresolved Love
PoésieDirty is not always bad Get ready for rhyming slangy tones of twisty lines stuck to your mouth. This book is just a initial start of songs, music and conversations that makes you realise what things you are doing wrong or what path to be chosen. All...
