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Look at thyself and impart thy appreciation

Spite thy existence very generously.

What’s it gonna take when thou hast been tired being tired

A fantastic defamation of thyself.

Thy secret garden bear the glowing truth

Shattered days ahead, thou hast burned.

Settled for nothing, a still disorder

And thou hast soothen angry nerves with more pain.

Where hast pride been from here and beyond?

The sun has setteth itself in thy garden.

And in thy middle, the pounding intensifies

Turning peaceful howls into echoes.

Thy secret garden lulls insomiac eyes

To sleep and rest and more…with tears.

Somewhere, a soft-spoken princes writes thy rage

Lives and bare against the odds for nothing.

Hold thy breath and taste the mist

From thine eyes and surrender.

For thou hast tainted thy secret garden

The vile mutates to pain.

For thy secret garden is only real in her heart

Melting to permeate a threat.

Thy garden explodes into a maniacal fit of laughter

But her eyes tells more secret.

Then comes thy eerie sound for thou hast cried

Thy crazy little world becomes sane.

Where hast thy secret garden been, invented only for thee

Cast thy needle to a brain for sleep..divine.

by -jopherlyn-