Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Sick!!!

There is a crack in my blunt-headed.
Inhibited by a fully hatred.
Going harsh all day long.
Devastated is triumphantly wrong.

I was in d'middle of merciless.
Drought from d'happiness.
Ensuing d'silence.
Mistakenly pestilence.

O, the weakest breath on my own,
Wish I could turn back d'time.
Where my red blushing is still grown.
Where ur heart is still singing me that lovely rhyme.

*severely hit by vertigo, 100411*