apocalypsed

i won't it never happen

night summer was bleeding

with no treasures and trunk's hole

without generous furnace

like a funeral orchestra in a deep sandstorm

solemness, tormented, annihilated, disgraceful

then you look up to the shitty night

for along way to the dawn

in the glamour of bat rider's cage

sound like an aspirin of this head

why is never happen?

why is the shadowy desolate climbs up this back?

i'm just trying to abandon you

sitting you in the mirror of changeable face

like two sides of coin

then the queen of pain waving their beauty solely

heavening my snowy face by their wings

warm me... warm me..

and Cold me... Cold me...

but please don't love me

quixotic, exotic, fantastically contemplated

the jungle will be hesitated waiting for

the little touch of the top of the tongue

and locked hilariously those four leaves

with heaven of blueberry

till the dawn I sleep

standing back in our deep consciousness

the sun of innocence without covers

only smooth shield of waving cold air

don't worry.... i have prepared from the gankings of you

come for three? four? all day long?

because the moon shines upon the guilty

and innocence alike

so there is no more frozen pose of staring at you

forget these lust parade

just to recall at the south and north glimmer

to fix this whole standings

and walking to the rest of youngage

I'm fixing myself
AFK / @fardealz