In the morning a tainted coat, surrounds my skeleton of guilt.
With a mind of anguish and body of dread.
I feel as if im dead as i tread this world. i walk another way, with a troubled past, like sheets of iron on my back.
a mind of many kind, at least i can say i tried, with one bride of angel face, carved by god himself.
to live was unseen seen by keen trees who sprout in your direction.
Why are you carved by holy stone.
For it chills me to the bone when i see, but blinded by not just pretty the mind is gifted Lifted high by knowledge tides.
though thought is brought by will itself.
Endowed by beauty and bowed by me.
The eloquence is so at peace her movements like water and she only keeps getting hotter.
Why must you cast a spell on me?
The deed is done and may i say it has been fun. Love is something....
I may be poor knocking door to door.
But hear my voice and make your choice Pain me not, For i will die in a cot with no answer being breed by knowledge i can\'t understand.
But i may breath another day. Somewhere Far away.
PS: I already feel on mars. I already have no stars. Do not take away my light. For then i shall lose all my might