Charles Mei - Lost Soul

Minds drifted gifted eyes swift past the beginning of the road that ends
I concentrate.
For is it I that cries tears of pain yet again my sorrows speak words of shame
She masturbates.
Our bodies speak beneath the fornicate sheet of lust morphed into an inanimate being
Had we create?
Our feelings of joy toyed with idea of girl or boy, what shall I the breadwinner employ?
Fate

On her spine she lay, my temperament sways like the branches I watch
Out the window.
The last breath given by the woman of eleven months held in mine clutches
Instant sorrow.
An infant without a cry the product of my shaken eye how deal I
With Tomorrow?
The pulse of my lust displays a tremor not, the vessel of my heart
Seems to echo

The branches draw nearer, and nearer still.
Each step taken, increases my will.
That of which, not to survive.
The screams faded by the sudden chill.

The mind of a person highly likely to excel in a race held on this very road
I participate.
Has drifted, swiftly past the beginning of the road that ends by my corpse
I concentrate

Charles Mei

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