She is neither a masterpiece nor a disaster , Living in the devil's den, lost all the sanity , Holding back the pain and crawling deep inside the darkest nights, Found herself bleeding all the way , Tears of distress with fizzling knees Her frail mind played tricks with her That she can never escape , Falling deep into the ocean of darkness where the light can never set it's foot in...
It's me, right here sparkling radiant Don't you remember sometimes under the stove or fireplace, Often Deceived by the phrase "HOLD MY HAND"
And you didn't release me Tangled me beneath eroded soil with distorted lives urging me to rise causing wrath elements propagating little fumes of grief burning homes and vibrant fences sheltering millions under the blue sky but now nothing Less than extinction waving High- five.
See, What you made do whirling life into the end in a minute or two Do whatever you can but it won't break Until you didn't hear what I said,
Fall from the above the world settled so far wet me with the drops seizing up my rage for once get down to witness the sage idling for the love I lost at a young age.