Let me tell you a story in short ,
About ever since my last retort.
A part of my life here I describe,
Not everything in once, as I could write.
I’ve been trying to hold to destruction so bad
Like a fist full of loose sand.
My veins scream for love
Nothing better I could catch hold off.
Nothing but alas
Holding on to hurt like the shards of a glass.
I feel like I’m tearing through every crack of the vessel
But every emotion I can’t deal, I wrestle.
In the end , I try for a simple smooth
But, It’s so tough
I’m no more making it right.