minasouk:

And there was laced emotions intertwined with the beauty of his Earth. Envisioned emancipation as I read between the lines immensely at bright eyes of a mans rebirth. He stood tall and dark in a room full of light. Stranded threads of abandoned stories scarred in his heart shown on his arms. Endless storms and struggles reaching havoc passing traffic. Des gens pass by, looked right into his charms, looked right pass by his mirror unalarmed of his true nature. This game he played, pleading for the easy way out escaping this creature. Blind sighted young man, wreckless and out of control. Took the booze, and another love pyscle to be proclaimed into cycles of repetitive emotions to let loose. Got himself begging, begging, begging please for a manifest, for some form of enlightment, but all he does is ingest sorrow, not wanting to live another tomorrows fake fulfillment. So he journeyed to the end of the circle, crashed into an invisible arrest, just needing another rest to pass this test. This meaning he questions life to be.

Ever inviting Mr. Vise Versa, annoyed to give a fuck or a damn. Eye to eye effortless between two brick walls, stubborn to take a chance within a risk, and who are we to give? And if life doesn’t seem to have a light, you could at least say it was a fight well fought that was well taught to turn around, never too late to excuse to not frustrate, to misuse narcotics to escape to the world of hypnotic trances from reality cause you will always be given chances. And I’m telling you now, please don’t go, and I will repeat myself once again, please don’t go.