My strength is up I dont know how Or may be I do, but you don't need to know. When flaws are many and means sub-par You consider things beyond your power. You link things to everything, diving into deepwaters. No drama, just the depth. Crime and puishment became my voice yet I disagree they'd always been my choice. Spots on my body, do they scream? No. They don't but world won't ever forget. Does my eye swell up when I cry? Yes. Helpless all I can do is try. It reaches your brain burns synapses. And I know it is not far-fetched. We are pretty fragile, don't even need to move far than a shallow shield. So when rebellion starts to fade, the look to look for a calm, soothing sound to pervade. Alas! not everybody lives out the shade. How can you be flawed so much you ask your peers did they know? You were clueless or even when not Don't go into reasons, it furthers the rot. Shout them out let your guns out, kill the vector but purify...
Banters of an enamoured soul, in all shades of grey. Life. Poetry. Some Proses. Light and Dark.