Obsequiously i had to run
Lost my sanity in my heart inconsequently
Clouded by the ideal of becoming a necromancer , Everything is sorb
My virtuousness had to sojourn else where
Thaumatolatry was a hope for
Lost in the cultism of righteousness , for the impropriety of it
I'm now hoax and cozen with a dozen of frightens and aborted dreams
I really took a left and left for the delirium insane mind
The nympholepsy of my dreams was prior for
Consequently I'm warping and confabulation with my heart really is ecchymosis , hoping its engrafted with my memory which is bleeding
The calculated odds are scary
Tod
Tod Ratlhapi
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Poem topics: hope, memory, mind, ideal, scary, sanity, heart, lost, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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