Resitude

Ghost in the attic of your lawn. Therefore I am your mother! Setting in my mirror, a durable hell. Freezing over me! Youthful destruction in the warning no one hears. Help me get the tragic feeling, so I can be saved! Digging the graves that are your resistance penetrating in your lies. Why can’t you ever be heard? Why? Drifting away on the wave of time. I am no one but myself. The forceful legion of abyss. Death in my hand, killing your side. I am helping you, sitting on knee. In the songs you fall as my mother in the sea a face full of servants. I tried to hiss you on a diary tree, even when I am talking about marriages. The cheese is waiting for in the stairs of time a knee of rain. And as I called you through the rain a king of fame! To see the beloved sight I despair in thought to come. The faceless palm holding your hand is gone! My third eye is opening. Your thoughts are mine… Die as I wash my hands…. A hat of tears. A jiggle of the doom to come.
Abandon your corner, reside the window. Fight me with your photograph. I need the reason why I should’ve listened to you. Please return to this place because I care.