Stifle the blood and tears, That seep, into the sheets, of silk; As you do your damnedest, To depose, this trolling blight; Consciously aware, Of the flickering lunacy; Peeking, through slits, of glass. Why the sudden guilt, my Muse? Wasn't this what you so desired? Achieve not, the forged scowling. It doesn't suit you well. You intended to demean, This irksome soul, didn't you? Now, do away, With those nettlesome wails! "Forged Guilt" Random. #forged #fake #yqbaba
