The Projected Version of Me, the Printed Impression of You

THE PROJECTED VERSION OF ME, THE PRINTED IMPRESSION OF YOU!! Beep beep is the sound of the room, when the fantasy turned into a fraction of pain! Fine fine is the voice I heard, to a freaky father who was in chaos for months! Boringly bathing, naively speaking, took years of my life doing nothing! Never thought of being a nerd, ever stopped of being heard! I was ten past one, I heard the sound, it wasn't the hell, wasn't the heaven! Wandering like a vagabond, wondering where I was born! Smugglers noise sensed my breath, neither dance nor defense I am skilled with! The wetness of my underpants told me I am not okay! If I wish to survive, I wanted to drive! The hoarse voice of a bruiser woke me up a little! Fortunate or unfortunate, I got to know I am being soaked and dripping in blood! It gave me a hour of consciousness, to explore how heaven looks like! Hardly Harassment's Happen, However Hundreds die, Hunger Of Feckless People Never Die!!