Hay guiz im covered in NATS
Happy 2-4 Canada
Oh, by last. The moon’s rays pull.
Dragging deeply in my soul.
It is like a blade, one you can not touch.
For what is this? It is love.
The short yet sweet agony of my predicted fall off the cliff
The long held clinging to the edge, fingers left bloody and broken.
Hitting the ground was so fast, almost that of lightning’s crash.
The conclusion was fatal, but quick.
Scientists rushed to their wits for my sake.
Rebuilded, I am.
Human, not me.
Don’t you see the lack in piece?
It has always been there, now it’s more easy to see.