The choices decision results in collision of good outcome or bad.
Every note is like a oath, a reminder of malicious demise.
The standing place of no man’s land is like a school of bullies.
The sorrow comes the sorrow goes but never stops, forever.
A scarred face from emotional pain reminds your life’s the same.
Forever alone in this forsaken abase of your very own lonely cries.
This place is a curse of utter demise, a demise of a person’s inside.
Outside he may roam with effortless gaze but inside he’s dead as can phased.
A heart of concrete, a yearn of defeat, a solicitude of self pain.
You become paralyzed with fear of the lies, that maybe they’d begin to arise.
…better than when timothy verbist tries…
(need some ICE with that Burn)
(The title was screwing around… but edited… NOW THIS COMMENT IS IRRELEVENT BECAUSE OF THE TITLE CHANGE…)