High noon rise on above
sat for an hour, been thinking for the stories to write.
is the state where mind speaks louder than the voice.
is the alter space of good and evil
is the self-battling with ownself
She writes something that probably you don’t want to hear.
she writes in oxymoron, probably her kind of interest.
Such beautiful words aligned, yet so ambiguous.
Rather Read the words than hear her speaks
Probably she’s not really her
Or her words doesn’t reflect herself at all
Maybe one of them trying to camouflage each side
Passionately eager to sentenced the punishment
The kind of punishment which deserves every one of them
For what they’ve done,
For what they’ve promised but denies them
The stories perfectly fit into her mind
She’s the director, and designed the scenarios.
is truly weak.
Sometimes she’s completely lost
there must be something
has slowly taken over her mind
She doesn’t know which one is really her