Arrested sat I in a forbidden chair By which death portrayed last hour of breath Swayed did I in an entangled, shocking pulse? A memoir of the idle times ago plugged me loose A silhouette of a gorgeous dale, pricked by the moon's ambient light Paraded in my eradicated, terrified mind A chimaera flared me with dark, begotten love And visionary rolls of yesterday winced up Sweet, melancholic love retreated back to me A dreadful illusion when trapped in the jungles of tragic infatuation Mercilessly pushed me to wreck havoc Love with reason, care with no decision at all I placed my heart for the benefit of one But not as expected of what I am to receive The hunch for nothing to wait evaded my instincts And that classical fear molested my views, Of one thing which I call, a depressed facade Wished did I possess the ability to lose memories? As for what an amnesiac’s destiny seems to be And of crying, I commanded myself to charge some cannons and fight with it Just like embarking into p...
There are many suitable places for this bug to develop and grow. I think it has already found one.