Liquid my senses
Liquid my senses (10-01-2022)
It is bitter to sense the difference between the environments, especially if you are so much dependent upon them. (pause with commas and check also out my music and book)
There’s a dream
Carved into space
Cursed by extreme
Time’s worthless grace
Being a normal
So much desired
Damned by the formal
Dough required
Liquid my senses
Am I morose
Hidden defenses
Loneliness’ dose
Are all my strivings
Plunging in-out
Sworn by the timing
Bitter devout
Stronghold, my senses
I am disposed
Get rid of fences
True dumb morose
Build upon shaken
Inner my ghost
I am forsaken
At low cost