I will explain the inaudible question today,
The nerves of my brain, poke the inners of black skin,
Time is boundless, the clock stares my power,
Like the drunk stare of a beggar,
This memory shall fade, this body shall become liquid,
what shall remain is my shadow of beauty,
I ponder the fidelity, It reckons my pink misty heart
where a seepage of dust, solitude, infestation resides.
Time heals everything, and what about the healing of time?
I hear the crackling of my wrist, speaking veracity to me
I hear burns and see ashes.
I swim in my own generated swamp of lies,
And a sparkle of love.
I am a ghostly moon walking naked on the surface of volatile Earth,
Do I scare the truth now? Or I am the truth?
My Body becomes a wild forest, nails chipping, sentiments floating.
Love, despair, contentment, diligence, heartache’s.
This moment sucks the weed and the ice, I learn something about—this hideous moment.
©My Valiant Soul