The unreturnable physical disc of psychoness,
With that gone, not only have you taken away my sanity, but my award and reward too.
With no response on your side- nothing much more I can do.
That far-away memory deep in a closed building which I have now inked to keep my borrowed, un-returned melodies of red newness local blood.
And now our contact has come to a block which you entered as I seek your smile again to have a close peak and to start afresh even if it were not meant to be.
And that day my tears were flooding like a downpour of rain,
But what does it matter to you if my award is still in you possession?
Perfect are we now?
I believe it not, but I am still here waiting for your perfect answer to that question.
Let me push you til' you can see my limit,
Is there more beyond this contained boundary?
I ask you to answer that for me if you may.
Succumbed to the daily challenges I meet everyday,
Dare to a daily prayer.
Shall I send a prayer for your sinful forgiveness?
No answer from my side.
So let this world of earth try and resolve the matter- I care less for tears I hear or entertain the clouded eye.
Now this is my final response to the damage you have completely inflicted but I still endure.
Never-the-less I regain health, but the pain still lingers on and on.
