Past Reality
Rain Fell... pouring thoughts between mood
If one so should be not
Naturally
Death would be the color of skin
Not will vanquish emotional chaos
Hell, hello?
Please. I need you to be, obviously.
Why do we not exist? Why do we not exist?
Look to the lengths... I will go!
Compelling fallacy... mirrors tell it like it's easy
Hell, hello?
Shadows cast an honest reflection
Remember? Guess. Come on, you can remember.
How did your look become so definite? How did you become a character ~ so defined?
Is this a trial? Have I done something? Have I ever done anything?
Every Christmas brings me hope of something... hope of everything.
Hell, hello?
Do you know I close my eyes? Do you know I hold every moment, precious?
I was never given your name ~ Never is such an empty word, and yet it holds nothing.
Heaven surely taste like your soul
Some imagination, I kiss, I hold close to me for time.
Some imagine some spirit, some woman. I stumble ~ through this godforsaken ground, the keeper forgets to clear away ~ the brush involved ~ desperation.
About the Creator
J'hon
Start writing...I have traveled far.
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