This can be a verse... but its more so an angry poem... enjoy






Hand crafted, a personal trait
Long after observing my fate
Is it worth it to say, I'm searching this place
When there's nothing to find but a certain mistake?
How many words does it take, for you to see my heart
With every lingering breath, it's one more piece apart
Every step in the depth, every second I guess
Every single fucking enemy waiting on my front steps
I wish it were easy, I wish I could pass through
But my life's been tainted, inked like a tattoo
I'm past due, and I'm trying to grab clues
To why nothing is working and where I'm coming back to
To nothing of something, that's some kind of mission
So I'm fixing a puzzle to which the pieces are missin'
Introduce to me a side of my own mind set
Where I can be me, without getting side checked

Where I haven't cried yet, where I haven't died yet

Can't find it? That's because you haven't tried yet!

I don't walk in shadows, shadows are walking in me
How can I find my soul when it's no longer talking to me?
No one is stopping to see, if my heart's still pumpin a beat
Fuck every single person not being honest to me…..

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~Wun~