~ Flint ~

The world propelling deep into the woodland of remote days
Hardly the one confronting what life says
Everything loomed broken as quickly as phenomenally it quaked
Sometimes i wonder so sometimes do think,
"What am i goddamn living for, if the life be sadistically shuddered, forsake?"

Love’s such a Texture of Dexter -- A Nectar to what am quite addicted
Every time i tryna walk... past,
Ye - am being propelled into the caffeine of memories, life convicted
& what’s next: Nothing - My spirit gone distracted

Later, i...
Ah, every morn i... inhale its molten sips...
.. in a hope to walk gone-past,
Nothing seems to be confronted the way i'd want...
besides having things gone more harsh on life, at last 

~~ Nitwit, I quit, The Sinner in me goes grinned
Self-Love soothed body... & the numbness, i flint ~~ 

Thereof, holding numbed body & motionless spirit to night, i smiled, &..
              ... enlarge cups of bloody coffee, i throw away
& hold a Pen; Peeled-Papers to write shits whole day
24x7 i awry, the world being trembled ov’r the castle of misery ---
Plain-Plea-Pain -- poor heartaches ---
am bewitched with since the day i sinned & 7--deadly sins got me goddamn portrayed.