Spew

I braved the storm and I learnt a way to be reborn in the flame.

I remain because I'm still insane of thought.

I'm trying to remain brave but it appears that my fears are to remain.

I'm in hope of another way to escape this pain.

I do hope there's a way to end this.. Oh, end this.

If there was another way to be, I would behave as be, but there ain't.

This is the only way I see that fate that passes me by when I'm massing the cry.

I task to be higher than these heights of witnessing acolytes because their whispers attack my mind.

I cannot think without their action behind the attraction and what it means that it happened.

11:11 every time I flip the mattress.

Fall asleep with alien attachments, mapping my actions because I be yelling at them. "That's not how it happens!"

I'm running the factions of the universe with this verse I spew.

They're all hanging on what words I choice.

So, the verse I spew is the birth of you.