I brew sadness,
My insanity craves bloodlusted madness,
I grew all alone in this darkness,
My soul is tinted with nefarious of badness,
With the strongest storm
at the darkest night,
At the darkest hour of my life with all this aura of being lifeless,
All I ask is little light of happiness....
-Am.Ar
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Poetrywords that got clogged up in my throat are now choked up as sharp edge of blade that slashed up every barrier just to be freed in any form to transform into a seed one day it will trun out to be the strongest tree
