BEHIND THE SCULL

21,December,2020 by

MADNESSES

A smile in sorrow washed away all care.

Bones frozen in the sun like frozen fries.

The magnetic eye glare at first sight,

repels like the two opposite poles.

Body soaked in rains.

Whilst bathing in the sand from the midnight night till midnight.

"It" is described he'

Mr.Happy sadly smiled at us.

A smile worse than the cry of a widow.

Soaked to the bizarre of the wicked weathered society.

Today tomorrow and every day is all just life for him.

Will he meet the world,

Or the world meet him.

Will he adjust to the world

Or the world adjust him.

He laughs at wrong and begs his wrong to be right.

Society wonders if he wonders if he's mad.

If so,

Then why wrong be seen of him?

PEACE.

(The deed full one)