I feel all alone In a dark place with no sign of life Sign of life being happiness and love The dark place is in my head Cause I have created this place for myself to escape the reality The reality that I am no good What my family repeatedly thinks of That my friends will always do better than me When I am reminded of that I go home, home is in my head, home is dark But at least I am alone Why would I remind myself that I am a failure? I sit in darkness at my house Negativity keeps ringing in my head It rang repeatedly that one day I couldn’t take it anymore I found myself saying Amen and things were never the same anymore I am not alone I am in a beautiful place with sign of life Sign of life being happiness and love The beautiful place is in my heart Cause I created this place for myself to escape the darkness in my head My heart stores my life treasures My goals, dreams and aspirations For as long as I have these treasures in my heart, I am good I will beat any odds for as long as the man that created my new home, keeps it beating for me
Sounds of the highway; so peaceful to me Warm cool breeze ; smell of the country air Mountain views; snow covered mountain peak Turkey’s talking; eating their feed loving the country Life; country air in the breeze. This is where
A frame lifts the skirt of a portrait and throws her genitalia on your face. A twin blast has taken place. Why did you stand for eclecticism? The fables will miss you and blue horse will not return home. The
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
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