After me you taken everything what is there left to defending my heart guarding my soul with my last hope no black breath but you blow mild smoke pages turnt with burnt crust with yellow lining that resembles the yoke on these words I have choked for my freedom of releasing the speech my mind once told my heartbeat...breathe...

This wasnt love it wasn't me I deserve so much better than thee, had created for me and the only tools you need are the ones tapping my feet and wont you let me go please!! this is my story and it's not a movie it is not a flim but I guess I'll leave that to destroy me but before I do I'll tell you my art is affection in words I choose are my reflection