Peace.
I don’t want to wake up.
Those dark places feels like home,
I can fly and put a grip over the exemptions written on my hand.
I don’t want to wake up.
I love my liberal dreams perching on a reverie,
I see the love dancing on toes with his hands over my shoulders.
I don’t want to wake up.
I don’t want to loose that content environment and confront the world which is a mystery in itself.
I don’t want to wake up.
I don’t want to face the violence again because the skimmed body is a cliche.
I don’t want to wake up,
Because i want my dimmed eyes to take a walk of atonement and feel the virtue of roo.
I don’t want to wake up.
I want to search the marks which i have lost somewhere in the desert of despise.
I don’t want to wake up.
I don’t want to pay the debt for being a part of this unconquerable world.
I don’t want to wake up.
I don’t have a single penny to redeem the sand flown away so far from the hands.
I don’t want to wake up.
The outer world is a bizarre and i don’t have the spell to bound it together and begin the search for a better world.
I don’t want to wake up.
I made a world of my own and i kept the keys of liberty in a jar locked inside that world of mine
Forechosen vagued senses over humans.
