“Tormented by reality of life that its not always gonna be easy”
I am impervious.
My soul is immensely controlling its own hunger for strive.
My head is grasping boundless of greeds.
My eyes are unshakably tired and exhausted of what it sees and for what it’s searching.
And my heart is sinking.
But when this irony ends
It will be just another misery
Appalling into the dry crust of sunset.
my words will eat me.
As I make another chance ensuring the imminence of all decisions. . .
I will always choose nothing but my desires.
And you are what I desire the most.