thousand roads converge in the mirage of thoughts,
rage, hate, and all leftover pain swallow up the shriek of life,
in the lost sunshine found the darkest truth by time,
nothings lost till the clock ticks the sound.
just bristled by the sharp enigmatic abandonment,
all left by the time i converge upon that convergence,
the one i thought my best friend, i lost yes my fault,
preached that what we have had been nice after l we shove it.
this brisk onliness in this helpless corner of this sidestep,
where sixty seconds of truth i fail to admit,
must be my grief fault,no need to explain,
as this plane silver brook flows i realize whats got and whats lost.
i cant ask for forgiveness, no i cant,
its me writing,not my ego oozing out of this addicted loneliness
but my life is nothing but a jeopardy, set on fire ,
as i rap again to these walls of hate and rage, no it was not me.
so final verse, i swear to this sharpest lying prick,
that i promise, i bleed i cry but my friend will always be there,
to be by hood in this darkest evil and the best i had,
because i pen it now, you are the best friend i ever had.
i hope i envy you as i can nay be as a nice friend,
i hope i swear this time to never heal my wounds,
as i will wait till the ground sinks down, for you to heal mine,
as you are the only ally best till death of mine, i repose.
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