i cannot call it addiction because it is nothing beyond that realms
i cannot call it i habitation because i neither have to goryfy the bloodles bloodshed
i guess truth died then and falsifity lived underneath that fear
words were flying in CAPS hitting hard on my face
fear and the fear of having a relapse
i met too many theorist who propounded my theory
i cannot protest nor gather any moss beyond that thoughts
i call them thoughts to hide their originality from what was broad and seen
i cannot tell you the truth nor i fear the worst still- in my senile sense i dug deep too deep
before that thought will run dry in Sahara- i cast that thought riding my head
Please leave me some morsel - i am far too helples-did u kill education or did u murder the values. which ever way is a crime u choose to commit
i cannot tell you how much it hurt- i worshipped you in the temple of the virgin
Yes! i cannot tell you how much too many should die- just because you faked.
i cannot!! beyond that can and Not bridge that gap i will try to mind it
i cannot tell you how unliving you have made of yourself
i cannot keep dragging the corpse- they haunts my evil sense
i cannot tell you too many truth you cannot handle
i cannot tell you too many fact beyond what you could chew.
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