// : Repentance-
as i lay here, bare feet'd and raw
the mischiefs everlasted till yesterday,
today I'm a free bird - i do as i say and could possibly run around places
domino and paraphrasing captivates half of this room, uncluttered mess, a mess where one could put their feet, drunk down abit, mesmerizing and would return back half handed, no spared tilts
unified with a knot which apparently has lost its enchants of retreating itself, withdrawn and lonely - oblivious to the world yet vain
the somber attic, stink with the ashes
i read somewhere - cigarettes and lies compliment each other
sometime this whole feels like a false acclamation of fragments - years of unaccounted ones and the ones left untreated
it inarticulate the ugliness of this place, the...