relife
Can the life of the dead be remade into the sight of another being. Lifting the tears to a default state and making frankinstein. While the vampires still flow and I am awakened.
I wonder if I can bring myself to life. To continue the lasting of where I left off. The struggle still continueing and I am fighting side by side from my opposite.
I will never be the same writer, the same dressed up doll. My soul was tooken and torn to share my thoughts and beliefs now me living as my soul collector to weave into my one being once more to see my sights and re build death.
With a heart distracted in dance and a mind above and below clouds. The manly practice of the fellow companions lift the spirit till next shipments await. I never wanting to leave the spot of comfort in my arms.
Drinking the blood from my own mouth I hope that the world is reading the mind of the forgotten coming to walk again.
I wonder if I can bring myself to life. To continue the lasting of where I left off. The struggle still continueing and I am fighting side by side from my opposite.
I will never be the same writer, the same dressed up doll. My soul was tooken and torn to share my thoughts and beliefs now me living as my soul collector to weave into my one being once more to see my sights and re build death.
With a heart distracted in dance and a mind above and below clouds. The manly practice of the fellow companions lift the spirit till next shipments await. I never wanting to leave the spot of comfort in my arms.
Drinking the blood from my own mouth I hope that the world is reading the mind of the forgotten coming to walk again.