To hold thoughts of obligated forced kindness is the greatest of mistakes, for if pleasure is neglected then all is forsaken, obligation or not.
Dead and empty is the heart that once overflowed with grace and love now forever frozen by fate.
By the light of fire blessed are these eyes and yet still be taken, for your pleasure no doubt as mine no longer matters.
Reject all regrets since hands are just as empty as the heart that’ll never to be full again.
Tisk – tisk.
That’s the irony for having them out there to begin with, offerings to a stranger without a second thought of going into the unknown.
So obvious nil wasn’t comprehended at all.
Pity, for it was truly believed to be were worth it too, but I suppose you sure showed me as for now life is just another write off.
Bequeathed with pain that’s too much to carry as burdens are heavy and the greatest of creation foretells all destruction and doom is inevitable.
Shell de Toni 