REFUSE, REBEL, REVOLT

Oh my precious! Apple of my eye, It's too cold out here, Cardigan I wore  is long in tooth now. My ancient bones, Don't support me anymore. I don't eat much can you please Put together my lunch. I never buzzed off your hand, inside home or near the bakery lane, Cause you didn't know, the way back home. My eyes have bleached now, Don't leave me alone. I won't be able  to find anyway home. Oh my treasured! I gambled and lost all my treasures. You perch on golden throne, I only need my own-built and a corner of shed. Oh my robust! Don't disregard the pain in my patella. If not care then At least give me cure. I gave up my jewels, for the enrichment of my jewel. Forlorn for nine full moons, I propped you up with grace. I request you to be  among one of the fours, and cast last  Fist of earth  On the bed of my death.

People grabbed by darkness, find it too arduous to come out from abyss in absence of a muse. Unwanted hourly-slumbers at Helios, Involuntary infinite insomnia of twilight, Demonic dreams of devil in dust, Impressions patting like a gloomy outlook. Each day they descend from the doorway of pond and end up floating in the calamitous brine. The elliptical aura, with tone-deaf enthusiasm, surfing in a sluggish system. 'Scarlet storm, Zeus's strop.' Think over things as if overthinking  is the one and only thing, prerequisite to be the King. Life is a load, 'lift to live, or drift to die.' Leave the loved and they their beloved. Lose the world and world lose loser. Laugh till the last or have the last laugh.

Though wine is the oldest, Though hype is at its best, future may look blemish but today, drowning in your ocean looks the thought- Most relish. I wanna follow your falls, I wanna grab ere you fall, why my fins doesn't coordinate with their cosmic wings, why I stumbled the malice and drank it with grace. God, at home dying of cough me, at bars high on stuffs. God, squeezing pennies for education me, blowing fiats over injections. God, waiting for me in midnight me, busy with sleepovers to be out of sight. God, holdin on his faith  me, held by the intoxication. One lick and the road to heaven. Next day, two licks to feel even. Next day, three licks were unsatisfactory. Grams giving gears were at dim rate but grams cost rate never aligned with fate. Theft and burglary also had no constraint on entry. I conquered fancy in the land of fantasy, with horse and sword in hand sweating head to toe with ecstasy. My day was at dwine, My mind stuck with morphine, nights too much horrifying dem...