I didn't have the foggiest idea what to say more.
#Draft 40
Title: A fantasy dream.
Date: 27-09-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [9/27/2018 10:35 PM]
Life is a bitch
Destiny is visually impaired.
Reflect is a reality.
Wound is wide.
Harm is profound
Moan is a sound.
Heart is a stone
Soul is bound.
Mind is wiped out
Chest is tight.
Is there a point
In this battle?
#arbitrary
Sam Scrawls, [9/29/2018 7:00 PM]
"Nothing left to lose~
I have no real way to choose~"
"Damn that is hopless"
"Definitely, very much like a picture of me tumbling from the edge of this slope"
"Furthermore, crazy"
"You figure I'd do it for the thrill..?"
"You can't-
Let. Go."
"I will not
Go slowly"
"Leave me be
You don't have any acquaintance with me."
"I don't have any acquaintance with you
be that as it may, I can see through."
"I'm dead"
"You're relaxing."
"I've shed
I'm dying."
"Give now is the ideal time, breath."
"For what..?"
"For me."
#irregular
Sam Scrawls, [9/30/2018 8:33 AM]
My moon sparkles, major areas of strength for white brilliant.
Once in a while it sparkles yellow, delicate and smooth.
In different evenings it could sparkle blue, attempting to get past.
Also, when it sparkles dark, know that I'm not your prey.
It can likewise sparkle silver, it's reality without channel.
Furthermore, it may not sparkle for quite a long time, lost in a labyrinth.
Yet...
In the event that it at any point sparkles red
One of us is dead.
#Draft 41
Title: My moon.
Date: 30-09-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [10/1/2018 9:14 PM]
I'm the shadow's lair, I'm the light's wrongdoing.
I'm essentially as hard as precious stone, I'm pretty much as sharp as a new edge.
I'm essentially as harmful as Ivy, I'm pretty much as sweet as honey.
I'm essentially as consuming as fire, I'm just about as brilliant as the moon.
You will stoop before me, and afterward I will identify and feel.
The ailment that settled around your spirit and heart.
At the point when no one but shadow can help your eyes, when no one but durability can fortify your bones.
At the point when no one but toxic substance can refine your blood, when no one but fire can break your sleeves.
You will come then to me and ask.
To pardon your stupid sin.
To safeguard your delicate being.
Furthermore, I will show you, how hard it is for humans to thoroughly search in their own eye
s, to track down their reality.
#Draft 42
Title:____.
Date:01-10-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [10/3/2018 9:50 AM]
It was the point at which the moon cried.
At the point when the earth broke.
At the point when the sea dried.
At the point when the light subsided.
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