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I'll speak for poetry while the pen speaks for me that which i can put my rejected faces and respects my inner-chi

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  • penchi 1d

    The chase

    Like a blind horse
    The pursuit is always surrounded by venoms
    Like a lioness the game is all to see
    Looking at mirrors
    The jungle gets hypnotized
    As thirsty monsters blindfolds the hunter
    Knowing just one blind look at the aim
    Makes reality invincible
    ©penchi

  • penchi 3d

    I hope I don't loose my mind too
    As I'm loosing everything
    ©penchi

  • penchi 3d

    Nona

    Yeah she went her way
    But with something of my own
    You took Me away
    Yet I still feel alone
    ©penchi

  • penchi 4d

    Understanding life doesn't solve your problems though
    But makes em easier for you
    ©penchi

  • penchi 5d

    Lord have mercy

    Lord have mercy
    And temperate life
    So as to dally the cold in the heart of Men
    Lord have mercy
    ©penchi

  • penchi 1w

    Inherent mood

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    Sometimes I just feel to blend with the darkness
    Never to see or be seen
    ©penchi

  • penchi 1w

    Rate me
    I may not be perfect but I'm best at what I do ����

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    ©penchi

  • penchi 1w

    You tend to make more mistakes when
    You try to be perfect
    ©penchi

  • penchi 2w

    .

    Filled with nostalgia and depression
    I decided to look through the curtains of yesterday
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  • penchi 2w

    What more do you seek

    My voice got strained, From painful screams
    My hopes were murdered, out of hypocracy
    I looked up to tommorow
    It refused me
    I begged and pleaded with seconds and minutes to save me
    But the traitors looked with disgust and kept moving
    Your greed and decietfulness makes you feed on my guts and devour my remains
    You extorted my angelic traits, and amputated my wings
    You induced in me, satanic fangs
    Now I'm the dear devil
    Yet you don't seem to leave
    What more do you seek
    What good do you still desire from my feces
    ©penchi