Bring me up to the night, open up my chest and unleash my wings
Set me free, feel me weak…strengthless at your knees
Bleeding my thoughts throughout my eyes, feeding our souls with tranquility moments
I cheat the future by switching the present without forgetting my past
Converting thus harmless moments into treasureable jewels.
It ain’t just some dark full toy by the outside,
But a light full core that could be blown with a sigh.
There are no little French emotions, commotions, or assumptions
That could make change those feelings; it only can make me stronger, happier…believer.
Sometimes the wind dances at your feet, other times you believe your feet are being blown by the wind.
Like brightness in my mind, this lightless road under my steps will try to annoy my peaceful place.
Only Cathartical moments will remain in confinement
Solitary condemned, as well as gratefully redeemed.
Barbarian imagination, maquiavelic sensation, I can’t stop it…
Deliberated words that wouldn’t stop from being ink, written in a piece of me,..
By a part of both.
The softer my veins, the harder my lips, there’s no guilty but ME.
Although you brought me peace, let me get some wisdom
So that I can be part of the same you are,
So that you can feel in the way I do.
“Cathartically Issued”: My Reason for Madness.
Augusto Lockward.-
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