Category : Poems

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It is human imperfection.
I cannot argue like Sigmund Freud taught you. 
I spoken the truth and it with you.
You disarm them and trigger my sanity hue.
I Am lay down as some sick death person because you refuses my rebuttal.
When I stroke chord to accords our action bound by the misconception. I left the scene because you lack reality. 
Out of we,
Compulsive negativity driven woman mad. 
Pick up bottle and beats million buck bad.

The temptation will always creep along my spindle disc. 

I need a little Ciroc and musical instruments.

Crypt words are 
hidden in messages, I missed.
Inner demons dangle around to hypnotize my eyes flare down. 
 
My wakefulness spriling out of control.

 Hung self over starry nights till the eclipse.

 Drousy water surged my lids,i  enter submissions of weakness.

My will a come back  as God favoring his services to amend. 


I still hold mule to be attach with great beings.


I still feel nerves in my feet level on flat surfaces.
Don't think I  need a paramedic on the floor.

Exploring all taste of evil even more. .