I crossed for all these years.
I was good,
But no one ever saw me.

I am lost in scent of roses,
Carrying myself on the daisies
For girls I fall for have dead mission,
They fight for red things in wigs
While suffering broken vision.

They walk in empty pockets,
Ripping seams and fly like rockets
To break many hearts,
They will feel it when it hurts.

They run like rats,
Money is staggering like grave to them,
For a man who is firm,
We rip for family in tears for many years,
But we get no yes for existence,
Heart beat twice and I am dead.
DEBONED MAN2