Ace of clubs

What do I create? What’s a state of intention?

Direction? Will transforms from deep hate to love rate.   

From the high-form sense of fulfillment to spline torn.

Live in a romantic world. The pathos of love.

Sorrow threw into my soul. God’s only award.

The war against Memento Mori – my story.

Build a palace in the air so long, brick by brick,

Throughout the thunder sky, storm, rain, snow, hot, and cold.

Your feet are there to be held. Never let them go.

I’m poetic to most. Unreal elements host.

Painful Existence can’t take an inch of my time.

Not even for rent. Utopia has no end.

Can’t push me out. Send sentiment to the absence.

Wants to distribute unfair feelings in the air.

Rough problems pile up, and mysterious files drop.

Keen to wait like a vengeance attack. Karma trap.

I don’t open closets of an opposite set,

Facts got open rusty iron jaws, Freddie claws.

Unexpected bites, and her sharp stab in the back.

The only world I have is built with all the love.

For you, I’ll ever possess and express finesse.

Willing to wait, worm lips where my heart will get sleep.

Mother Mary – full of grace, melancholic phase

Clear up, pull me out when I get trapped in a maze.