My life, your mother, Society Hill Tower
1 book and 3 daughters
are what the bloodline get holded
The sand from the Coney island float into my eyes
and the siren's getting louder
but seems no one wanna look at it
15 years to the land
15 rivers to the land
but the water splitted to thousand branches
and perfusion has stopped since i born
She was dancing and singing the lady lay
when those electric blood flushed into my vena cava
strike me like the lilac lightnings
and digesting the eccentrics as i grow
Since that
everyone look at her
everyone praises her
She's such a hybrid of wisdom and ethereality
i have to reiterate that she's that
She is the part of integral
just the same as the patriarchy
not the rude and authoritarian rigime i guess
but make her the part of my soul
that never get kicked out yet so adherent
i know a lot from her, not sure does she
pretty much regurgitation to my good things
i hope it's not me
but i know i was born to be another
maybe that's the point that I'm wrong as always
People claimed that I'm the one who blindly follow the others
I'm not lost
Just because i don't have other choices which i can free myself from the Riker's
I mean i want to get free
I want that feeling when i can catch the wind
but the instinct told me that i won't be that one
The instincts are my love ones
They are like fixed
And i can't run away
even if i eradicate
now i can't even be with them
The most malicious word spike to my head and get into my heart
pierce through all the memories of those good moment with you
Even you
Another is like the oil on fire but inadvertent
Keep burning and consuming my envisions of being salvaged
everytime past, everytime went
everytime does the same
I was the gullible when i know that I'm lost
she covered me with the syrup that makes me feel I'm in the heaven
and pull me back to the incinerator right away
but still telling people that I'm fine
and carrying the wings
from the light one to the redundantly heavy but still attaching
and won't be able to take that away
The hate drill out of my bones and tenderize into tears
but still not giving
the water to the 15 rivers
Oh! That's the Cherubim that never saves me
but now standing at my door
I know they are just loving me to death
and they never do never bad
so they will be in the paradise where i supposed to be there too
That's not the thing i want
So i walk down the boulevard in Rosemead
Just a random house
and i realize i am still that innocent and incapable one
which i don't have ability to leave yet
dear anyone,
When can i leave the world that looks like this
Atrocious and Rebuncsious
Just say and I'll do it
I'll even kill for it
so far no one responds
Since that
i shut down my eyes like what Sylvia did in the mad girl song
i see nothing goes wrong
anymore
Nothing violates me anymore
and all the 15 rivers get fertile
Someone wakes me up
told me that is not the trap i need to fall
but that one
"Lamentation and melanic rum
that's the feeling i have
butterfly seems flying to me
as the final shot of Adrenaline"
The time past, the time present
I'm the one who is fervent
If they are not the one who treats me nicely
I will be the guide man who always point you to the way
when you reach that way
You'll see all the images I've taken for you
maybe regretting why i reach here
but soon i do not
cause i make the time stopped
and the intimidation went back to zero
As you reach to that one end that I've pointed for you and for everyone
That's where you eliminate
i do too
Soft requiem starts playing under your bed
And always reign
You feel that no one is out there
and no one is in there
Perhaps that's the only way to be in the heaven
or maybe the heaven
is just an ordinary space for people to lie about
for people to violate about
and the requiem stops
The eyes are spinning again
What are the elements that are needed to form a safe haven?
Anyone
Yet no one
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