Broken verbs

     
    I already regret that I was weak under the burdens of fierce moments of Destiny-screaming, and I let go: His visions of the Prophet for this aimless, bribing Age are all cut off and remain witnessed and rabbit-hearted all the time – you tread out! In the home of squeaky souls, I had to hide my righteously: I immediately raised my head to the promising encouragements of false promises and empty voices, and in vain I began to believe for sure! Where is the imaginary Future today?
     
    I interrogate the murderous, melancholy Silence! Are the already laddering weed-sawing hands sawing the ladder of possibilities and hanging in the air between strained, cheap intentions, a yawning chasm below me! I would put my already incredible yet stubborn head in the Eden lap of someone who wants to comfort me, and I would confide the legitimate complaints of Being together with confidence; I would not run away from problems intentionally, but with the handshakes of Faithfulness I would find and solve them!
     
    And if my stumbling, melancholy body still deceives, it betrays me: my heart-pounding, hero-loving heart with romance cannot easily give its head to betrayal! - Exiled in the World; I stumble like he can be tripped every minute and sent to the ground by my opponent - I feel in my rib cage - if something has already cracked! I bleed inexorably in my banging petals! Would it be nice to see what secrets Tomorrow's fierce-breasted Tomorrow can whisper to me ?! Will their star-flowered holy smiles still open to me, and can I discover a human Star glistening in the mirror of each eye?
     
    As a ghost of silence, I still traverse the dormant darkness, bathe in the sewage of humiliation - and it would be good to be merciful Someone who could open my heart to my soul to find the beating treasure in it!