thunders tremble troubled mind's pain and exaggerates just a little
i fiddled with pastels and painted picassos, which became riddles to childen,
amazed they stared and glared so blind, sadness soaks my eyes
as reflections of a tainted present i pasted and remembered memories of mine.
coughed and weezed i fell to my knees and screamed while clenching my stomach
time seized dreams i dreamt of babyblue or pink cotton curtains
vomit exploded i could not control it, while blood dripped continuously down
sickness overwhelmed by sadness i dwell on feelings of the death of my child.
"fuck this aint fair, god doesnt care!", i cired hysterical noises
these voices of gulit ran through my veins, insane at this theatrical moment
surreal subsides but deep at ind decides reality...
...this IS real...
pounding headaches, the crack in my heart breaks and shadders a million stories, with tales of fragile reminising i recall preparing exactly for this
i grip and grasp for strenght, one last glimpse of my unborn seed...
so coldly, but boldly i stare blankly in the toliet at what was never ment to be...

^an old piece of mine. just bringing it bak to life.
feed bak plz