The green trees make one beautiful machine
Standing tall, hiding the smallest in between
Glancing to the left the sun is to reflect
On what it is to touch, and yet
Glance to the right... nature has ar...
You wouldn’t understand the kind of hell I am in
My brain pacing hectically within
Was my life taken away?
Leaving me with a horrid trail of dismay
It felt like the sort Causing my mind to shift, twis...
Is down a path most have misread
I now hold my gut as it is drenched with dread
From words YOU produced Hurting our youth
Tearing our souls Piece by Piece
Taming us to be sympathetic … below yo...
To be true to our version of real, we must first dip our toes into our experiments on pain.
Sometimes with sorrow;
Not knowing the outcome.
always fixating on the image that pays no gain
Until, one da...