beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies

Talking rigmarole Am I a sucking riffraff? Ricocheting rhymes?

You, the revulsion In reveille, you hollered shut Thine tongue muted.

Thou were revering her As I am in reverie Irrevocable.

Rustling sable sheet After thou pay the shekel Thine eyes retrospect.

I'm not really particular when did it happen Or where did I met you or even saw you I just knew it's you,you may never remind the scene But, all I know is that I missed those eyes I can still commemorate how those eyes made my day I can't be wrong when I say  "That forehead was the one I ought to kiss first in the morning" I still remember the feeling when those fingers intertwined mine I can remember your smile--that glasgow smile I always seek But until now, I do not know who are you I once saw your photo when I am streaming down the line Delving am I in strict phase but your being can't be forgotten by my synapses even in a minute time Then I muttered,"How can a photo make me so insane?" Thus, I came to a theory that maybe you're someone from my past Reincarnation at its finest Maybe I am not really a sapiophile or whatever I call myself Maybe I just branded myself as such to free my mind from a stupefied imagery Or maybe...

I found what I want Is the one I cannot have Then I'll only live on your wake Tell myself to end the story But I couldn't find a better man to let me go

Drawn in bed Eyes closed Mouth muted Hands paralyzed Here I am hanged in gloom in folded limbs Pulsated wrists triggering blood to bleed Drenched in deep waters,I yelled,nobody cared Thinking over and over until my nerves blast Asking why or how in rhetoric Without answers to be told For answers were questions, too