a little improve for that ass... Close your eyes. Shut the door. Cross your arms, let me think.. How many saw what happen. And so to his chidhood.. Alone the images his brain used Something must have been rather far, very distant in his head. And of course there were so many trying, even a few bending over his bed. Yet he kept making faces, soundless mouth, nothing changing Confusion runs so deep. Solace when he sleeps. We cant devolge how deep. Malice and moods. malice and moods Soundless mind resumes.. Canting, coming back and back again to his fears. Fish bowl world, humming, hissing, silent tears. Thoughts into fragements dissascociate head from hand. Dwelling, insomniact, quest. Thoughts form no meaning at best. Fears fixed on innocense. Soft hissing that rise above all other noises. Speaking, laughing, crying, waiting for the world to come back to him. Sounds of his mind bitterly, annoying. Waiting as patient as stone, screams he dosn't notice. Sights perfect, but the world will never focus..
Reason for writing:
The topic was write a song about somebody young
about ten who goes deff.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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