Fiendish ^-^

Purpose was derived, glistening and vacant,
Backhand whispers, only that pain can bring life,
This stains life, devoid of life.

Why did it go wrong
Green threads hide the rays
The though of losing your feat

A final stamp moves the crease, feelings of interruption like a cloud in a paper, foiled are the spoils

Fish swim like birds soar, we travel throught trees so water leaves a void

If love is a flower than you are a monkey, and monkey eats shit