- Weak heart,
Sucked of its undue strength.
Sore from its ample pains.
Alone in the center of the red sea.
Rains of the north showing no mercy.Weak heart.,
Weighed deep with unheard thoughts.
Frozen hard with pliant mocks.
Crushed with compliments of trick.
The heart feeble, as it licks.
Cages with rods of consistency
Danced to the forced tone of viciosity.
Red with the paint of sacrifice.
Fading far beyond correction.
Stripped of its vigour, as though planed
Worn the foul crown of sham
Heart bleeding with cold vain
Very soon, it may be gone
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A communion with an ample pen.
Flowing like the red cold haunted blood,
Inspiration rising with the morning dawn.
Novelty crawling from the tip of a caprice pen.
Revealing informations with black ink,
Inscribe letter, forming silent links.
The Concealed smile of a bruised star.
The eyes of the pen, keeping meticulous watch.
Presented in wrapped envelop as a letter.
A due mind, poured in the desert of emptiness.
Mammonic esteem not settling for less.
A walk in the stairs of reprehension.
A punch soul taking the lead.
Pumped fluid, from the heart that bleeds.
Palm intertwining with the thralled mind.
Blank paper, filled with accentuate life guides.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton