pocketrocket

knee deep in sadness wading to an emotional shore whilst waves of passion erupt blurring sight with gell'd confusion lil beads of stinging salt an guilt tip toe over faded face.
creep crip to the shore. i tire of stuggle, i tire of fight.
i limp to be succumbed by the depreeion of oceans
until my final flight is borne.

ai shite imasu