In a split second all has been revealed
The cause of my headache, trembling voice – with lack of answers fighting. Through the fog crusade, onwards… Dilemma of a poisonous effect, two-sided marvel and a beggar in between where no one knows what it gets.
For his eyes treasure forbidden, either painless cannot be. Not for him though you would think, we shall wait and see. Bringing doom over what is being left.
To handle such, an act
Reserves of indifference needed
Or else let them find happiness
Losing beggar off of sight
For whom the world he lives
Is the world he can stand
More than he ever would –
Breaking someone’s heart
I have finally got to sit and draft it once more, though I’m spitting my words organizing its format just a little, this seems to be looking more complex now. I’m sorry for throwing down half-baked writing early on, hope you don’t mind a bit of cringe.