My words are illegal...

It's noon the winds are whirling clouds are about to shade a storm

I stare into the mirror such a fortunate Chrome of pain I weenie,

Uncoloured, vague shattered I see,

Scars that profoundly stained my skin such a flare luck I think,

I took the fall

By blaming the ancestors for not having the courage to the grow wings,

I was out of womb shedding blood and light making everyone blind and weak that's too deep to sink in,

It's was always in the back of my mind

Clattered faith I believe,

Sworn, swollen just like a huge lymph hiding under a sheer blanket that's torn I feel,

I might fall apart one day

like a thin bubble in big tornadoes

Diving in for the hunger strike,

Tender love for the poor,

With Faded appetite for asking

and wanting to stay--

Stay with myself,

I'm a weaver for all that I know I stitch myself for the norms of society,

To fit in the stereo type

To fill in the needs of people,

then I loose it all

All of me,

Till I couldn't fake anymore of these

Electric trails And Cigarate tears,

Pearls amulet in Princess tiaras and

Shadow Pulses,

That's all scattered away in the perfection

But I'm in whole other side of world

where such words are illegal...