Misguided
Taste, bitter taste,
swallowing such effort,
chocking would diminish
If death came.
To be only death.
For I have tried to understand, and my tears diffused.
My eyes and my heart bulge.
The oposteriori words are void
to my precious.
How can I sing an athem of pride.
when the eves of my larenx collapse form my tears,
and the music is dismissed in the rubble.
Not accepting or drawing my sword toward
the heaviness and undesired sorrow,
Desease...distress?
Who inflicted?
Who lied?
Who decieved?
Who?
Not really known,
yet the burden of responsibliity accuses.
I have committed a crime!
I wonder will you too charge me?
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