wide jolt
My crystal eyes soft blue of sorrow;
Daring her of such bliss form of jealousy,
Fate's love becomes a once in dearest of pain,
My heart admiration in contempt of her below-
Such cruelty of which I consumed by her;
Was nothing but an ignorant self,
My mind unable to walk of deep agony,
Her flowers- a gift in my murky water;
In hopes of bonding after a pain-through,
Her appearance of verdure keeps me open-minded,
My cries keeps her avoided in acknowledgement-
Due of perish, I weep in my underground:
A fortress of my past which I keep blind to;
Bleak to those who frowned down at me,
Psychoanalysing me in my difference from normal,
A laughing stock to them but far as to be unique,
Glass shatters in my red-gleamed hands crushed;
To the story of breakup of which seems pale-
Silent witness to a supposed fortune,
The bettering of hiding emotions to spies;
Who judge below in such pity to self-reflectance-
My breeding eyes amongst a vision I see of her,
To fantasies of which have no self-control;
In my mind of these foul thoughts they call puberty:
Judgement is too quick for you haven't seen my lash;
A burden which fills me with joy but a hidden secret
flint furnace
tranquil drum
analog sinew