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Deep eyes sweet smell A storm inside u can't tell Broken bones thick scars And yet c smiles no holds barred Am I dumb or just hopeless Idiot falling for them scars -nut case But I have n oh I have So deep even my own crap Smells good just like food Doinnng da heck Reality check. Still the same A tiny frame So it wasn't a dream With no scream Rare cases but happy face Wipe those traces Of tear stains off her face Buy her a pretty dress Small kisses quick peck Guess I am an idiot for her sake A madman n a broken bone N so I phone Her n say Come what my I'll be there at the end of the day # Murasakino Hana -Yakaa: Jujaan

a flower so bright stained by life and in the darkness of the night she tries to fight with the demons inside her head sucking out her life but now it's over the fight, a black clover symbol of demons hover around her; demons are her lover a flower so white now seems dark to sight she traps the light and fights with all her might a dark light: a paradox a sweet innocent dangerous fox a darkness trapped in a box a darkness she once sought is jow caged inside never got out but it has tried and she is done; she has cried and a smile so bright is mostly a lie a flower now dark way off the mark her screams not heard oh hark trapped in a glass jar and so she smiles her bright smile insecure inside; has been defiled her pain inside organized-filed she is happy or is she a lost child a purple hue happiness overdue but she found a dew of hope-cool but lewd so her smile so wide hides secrets inside a flower so soft tear it n u'll see rough she ain't no buff and yes she huffs an

loud noises silent screams where is peace- so pristine hidden rage-hidden tears to express lack of means  and so he hides under cover of a blanket never sober parents shouting at each others lungs out he has no clue what's it all about and when the day silences he hears a banging oh! so loud bottles thrown hatred grown but this kid can only mourn hiding beneath the cover staying away from the trouble cause he has enough shit on there fat too much to care for the outside world so he closes his eyes and makes make-believe makes whit lies as a shield from chaos his face adrenaline rush but he holds his hand tight fist formed ready to fight from this place grows his spite to the world chaos wild a trauma from birth, he holds his breath destroyed family-self caged so he just pretends it's all just staged just to control his rage red blood blodshot eyes dark pupil filled with cries and in his mind, he wants to die but he believes he has to fight

You see it too don't you? the message he is trying to  get through  to people the message of isolation and the message of violation of ones self esteem made by the provocative mind those minds who act carelessly and spew out fake facts trying to act kind those minds who are blind to self, trying to find a way to feel god but not trying to love for they think that the shadow deserves it  the fire's lit deep down his empty pit casting the shadow as he grits his teeth he wants to say that come what may the shadow is calmer than  the darkest of the days when the light goes out of the way to seek shelter from the pain the words he speaks are plain as well for he remembers  the highjacked plane and the lives slayn the bloodshot screams and stains etched in brain caused by troubled brats holding a strong belief of honing their craft of torture as a rebel to the world die they may but did we get the message given through d

"do you really think you want to live? are you sure that that is what you believe?" he says as I try not to scream in agony confused-is this a reality or just a dream "shut up! you don't know me" "of course I do, I see everything you see and I know how you feel and what you want to be where do you think I live? Get your shit straight I'm inside your deep mind and know you and Fuck it, I can see through your lies and your truth and that hope that you have is a rotting fruit" "what do you want me to say? that my hope is a cracked clay vase admit that I am night-not a day? admit that it is a false ray of hope that I am hanging on to? reluctantly doing shits that I do? Isn't me being alive a proof enough to make a room for the light to pass on to right the past deeds done wrong???" "But you are not that strong one sharp turn and you are done" "Agreed but I have a goal to reach to melt that time t