The carving of the craved
Now I'LL carve me myself and the time....your ears will get deaf....which already were..to my mess and heart which wanted a careless caress..
Hopeless being me still hopefully my sound would just hit....the brim of the chin..not going through youR THICK N THIN..
WHICH WAS ONCE CONSIDERED LIKE A WEAK FIN... THINGS WILL BE THROWN...
AND I WILL SIT LIKE A DRONE..