Sharpen looks,
Outside my window I looked through,
Silently famous,

Not so resilient,
Grudge against the laws
Nothing too much, a little too much I ran for,

I imply
Implore the nurturing goats
Perfumed the doors
Indoors,
I implode the troops
Lied upon,
I bottle up the insist whenever,
Growls at the least
I understood,
It was returned
The animosity
I unseen consultations
Forgetful good inside
Bad in size
Ought I know,
The feeling off unknown
Passion of misguidance,
The devil came later
Sooner or later
To the bygone
Is bygone
High above
Immensive preservations

The outcaste
Tromatize the peers in silence
The mud that crossed upon
Whimped at the end
The moment you realize
It was her who said ,
"It was too late to apologise "

Looked in through the double eyes,
Just masked upon the bads
To refresh herself I know
"Who said you have no soul"


© The Breaker