Nonchalent says the flower
The streams and waves
They're all the same, everyday!
Walking down the blood spattered path..wait?
It shouldn't have come to this
Insufficiency is what I reek
From the melancholic tears tainted by man
Maybe this drop is the design's fault..it should be questioned
With such flaws overcome the soulless shell glistening beneath the surface
The strands of time heal..juxtaposed interoggative
Minutes just get longer
Evacuating all intentions, disappearing into the darkness vault
Stapling between the bits of paper was enough
I stare, I think...You did this, overwhelming hypocracy
The surgeon forgot the anesthetic