Sun Is Shining Amidst Of Nowhere
But I Shined In Dark In The Middle Mere
Devouring Every Black Space Across
If I Can Flip Coins I Prefer Cent To Toss

Every Shade There's A Lamp Weaving
To My Solitude I Have Message Sleeping
Through My Dead Heart And My Mind
Im Just Tired Of Everything Like Blind.


© -John Edward Kenneth Parado