I introduce to you a well developed soul that could nevver get close to shattering.
All this spirit does is Shiver.
Cold enough to burn the skin of its recipients
But always longing for a soothing touch to accompany it

Words for remission

Punching bags can't cry
Hit with words that make souls vibe
Sparks fly to burn tears

Music can heal all
Why can't I amuse the muse
Returning favors

If you should let it
Charisma is the killer
Please don't forget it

Vivicious breathing
Will be the sole provider
That makes our love live

Below the Heavens
But right above our own Hell
Lies another View

Try to sip liquor
Over blood stained pajamas
So you can slumber

Stories with no end
Have no direction at all
But have many truths

Conquer what comes first
Believe in all that comes next
Destroy all the rest

Drowning your sorrow
Does not require a drug
Just happy oceans

Die with guns bursting
Sometimes the best way is to
Die with guns bursting

Longing for long breaks
Never rejoicing when here
Goodbye Vacations

Meet me in others
Definitely seeing things
Not once similar

I need you here but
Stop coming inside my life
Unless you want to

Paradox loves me
An affectionate loner
Hesitant to leave

Still....

I leave you as an astonished sould that would never come close to dispersing
But habitually dispenses a piece of self to all.
All the spirit does is smolder.
Its warmth is just enough to freeze your innermost wildfire with a slight gaze...
But she refuses to curse her enemies.