Mosiac Black Panther

Mosiac Black Panther There is a mosiac black panther caged in my warm breast Does what's his name even have a clue there's a yearning in my brain I know? For a long endless time of mine, know what it is that drives him as though Forward or backward in a long relentless of yearning of quest. His silent rage had ballooned into an unrealistic unknown unsuppressed The unperturbed fibers of those stealthy feet that surely walk and go Over and over my body feels like it's in a prison coming to and fro, Within these walls it's forever trying to continue to reap with much rest. All through the day I at times feel him living in my hardened of heart But as the night sets forth, its becoming to bring his dreams and stars, And in a hesitant inexorable moment of frenzy it alas awakes: His violent wrath trembled and hurled upon the steel bars. His long eternal passion stretches me beyond and sweeps me apart Then after I lie in subliminal bliss as my whole body skillfully shakes.