to whom im not to be

To you I say dear you I know you don't know me but I'm here for you but this is for the whom I am not the deepness inside That spines spiraling down that deep cultivating crave that moves inside but isn't alive because the sparks have yet to start life To the movement that makes every muscle inside ache in pain For nothing feels like this Randomize pain Because nothing progressing to the whom is not this is to be felt be wisenheimer Becoming unfathomable with this feeling but to experience this whom your not Its to rich of information to comprehend to soon have we been brainwashed with what were told its all lies well most of it to be I know whom I was; is I am a skeptical of bursting vocabulary in deep acknowledge a telescope it the reverse image that I am not I'm cultivating emotion is a bust of stars rebirth and it all ended in a blink of an eye But for those whoms it feels like life's a drag always getting the worst Of them all because they would live for a life like this for whom I am not knows