• innocence_ 5w

    Why am I here in court
    What am I opening anger or knot
    I must be up with something or lot
    I don't like the rain is topic in short
    Rains falls like questions on me that I couldn't solve
    You went through it, show me what you brought
    I feel the rain too, quick sensitive scenes I plot
    It paces the grey everytime thunder Stroms
    Hugs or hands I search to keep myself warm
    Or go inside blanket or quilts like a worm
    Every flash in the sky comes with a warning yeah norm
    Clouds in my thoughts serving demons so wrong
    When grip is lost destructive in many form
    You see what to love in such choked dorm
    So I hate the rain and hate myself for climbing this wrecked platform
    Where you can see me all good from the distance
    But have no idea of my questions for existence
    It's a timeless experience,
    I tried some passive resistance
    My intellect ain't no more my assistance
    feel like I'm a victim of brilliance

    -Innocence

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    Why am I here in court
    What am I opening anger or knot
    I must be up with something or lot

    ©innocence_