a poetry tryout man what u think

Dark in sides from a weakean mind designs fraction.
Vision is deadly so blurry its got ya dizzy.
reasonably Fantasy's only a theory.
Only imagine if this never happened our passion together.
forever the sound muffles and no ones laughing.
Fade to black irratate its Flat.
radiate the anxiety,
and still you refuse what Fond beauty you mean to me.
Now I understand what prophesy you aprehend.
No your just a throw away friend.
Relinquish significance and slowly watch it from development.
till wat remains is a death certificate, a grave, and a skelaton.