"Objective is unreachable already…"
Script stutters and begins to yell.
With smoke your lungs can still be steady,
But soul has figured out how does the darkness smell.
Body only dreamed about desires
That come with night and slowly fade away from brain
How scorching is your inner fire?
Does it tickle or brings you dulcet pain?
You marked yourself to be a fighter
With fiends, that have the will to break your mind.
The sword must be the special storywriter
But concept only makes you blind.
Protect your morning from the coffee
Like evil bees their one and only queen.
Your power bank so can be copied
And will be able to run all machines.
<br>MbNotPsycho
