ode to the tunainside your home of glass you lay still,what beauty is held inside the layer of tin.multicolored pillows rest your cold head,why does your prison have to be torture?alone you are, nothing else in this world; alone.a nullified void of boring seconds,something you can never escape till end of time,forever your prison holds your destiny,wrapped in blue reflects your emotions.despite the smiling fish on your side, you cry.lacking the water you once needed crucially,forced to sleep in choking oil of torture.tears I have shed for you will never reincarnate,you into something you should have been,why do you have to be enprisoned?why must you thrive without a pure liquid?why were you onsale that tragic day?if only you had the strength years ago to,dodge the toxic net of destiny,which became your fate, and your destiny.watching you in your sphere, I crave you.crushed between slabs of slate, smearedwhith white paste and paprika; deliciousif only as a little tuna, had you r
poetic freestyle 3pounding heart, enchanting in syncwith my echoing mind. chills rundown my spine as she layes her paleflesh on mine and unites herself withmy soul. Craving something that canonly be found in heaven is found onearth at this rare occasion. Fluid arethe motions created from intense love,for my inner being. Outed by her eyes,gazing into the depths of my memories,waking in sweat wanting what can't be had,i know she won't be interupting this nightmare,something I must face alone, like a childin the forest seeking shelter from the painfulrain of loneliness; bearing the fist of hate,erupting inside emptiness and parental fury.if only I had the strength to heal my head.wouldn't it be great to never wake from a dream?