Individual Thought

THE WIND HAS EMPTIED ITS VOICELESS VALLEY ON ME TODAY, IT CUTS THROUGH ME LIKE A SWORD , WITH EACH GUST I FELT ITS LONGING TO BE HEARD, THE GUARDIANS OF MY FRUSTRATED CRIES ARE BURIED IN DIVIDED TEMPLES , HOW CAN I SEPERATE MY LESSONS OF PAIN ? THE DEPTH OF MY DRAGGING SOUL IS ENRAPTURED,STILL IN WEAKNESS I SURRENDER TO THE COURSE, WHEN I NOURISH MY NEEDS WITH SEDUCTIVE IDEALS, I'M OBLIGED BY SELF DESTRUCTION, AS I AGGRAVATE MY EMOTIONAL INJURIES,I RECONCILE WITH A MUTUAL TORMENT, UNTIL I'M NEAR TO FAR AWAY, MY CONSCIOUS WILL BE MUTE,AFTER ALL I'M THE INDIVIDUAL THOUGHT....