my state of melancholy

this sacrifice comes with a small price

Mind stocked, heart tods

The last hope now the last loss

In uncontrolled indulgence, the soul mourns

As the disorderly passion of the mind runs

 

Weird observations, odd revelations

Lost in the desert of evil with crazy intentions

Conscience swallowed, emotion in detention

Patience defeated, no more pretension

 

Vengeance keeps haunting the heart

 This day, the sky did cry?

To enjoy each moment, let me buy my past!

Until this sorrow be done like fart

 

Body retreated to revenchism

Stubborn emotion flood up reasoning

Oh no! No more room for skepticism

When I’m done, I go for baptism

 

Oh’ but yet! Under this coat is a tender heart

Bruised by heartbreak, clearly torn apart;

                                    Stigmatized as libertine, profane and ignorant

                                   Still Yet! A prophet, Disciple of a project

                                    I am not  a clairvoyant?

Author's Note

...then i wept!!