I was your muse, a beautiful sculpture driven mad by the sculptor who tried to perfect my flaws, but my flaws were encrypted in my DNA,
Trying to find every ins and out of my divine there were no whys, when's, and how just another carry out what I say;
No stress I guess I'm blessed but I'm caught on the hinge I should say more but I rather sayless, she can hear me and the rest speaking her name its driving her insane;
I can retain to my innerself, no one knows the things that I dealt and felt, there was no escape but only in my brain and sometimes I was captured just as the same
So, my dwelling space was my body from all the noise around me what a sick way to run when I wanted to pull out a gun.

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