Through the 'Art' of expression,
the verse to just plumb,
strangely it's done,
a riddle or poem?
To speak on these do's,
the Life that has packed,
silenced in flew,
instilled to show facts.
Too stand not in flight,
my conscious is wrought,
streaming these lines,
with ink has made vines.
Connecting
What is, is done with the Site,
displayed to show fright,
the Nightmares I have,
written, a plight.
Dreams are 'the debt'
the darkness is set,
the triggers are pulled,
in sleep I still fret.
The bullets bleed in,
to days from back when,
my body was racked,
and my mind suffered trend.
Silt!!
The Stanza Release,
nearly in seize,
the moments do taunt,
and writing is font.
The light that does shine,
upon 'Times' that so rhyme,
the news to remove,
attempting knot per-suit.
Complicated Brings
To allow what still came,
a horror in such rains,
to pour with a storm,
Thunder and Form!!
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