writing in shades
i could mould you into your worst nightmare,
and i could make you do anything, anywhere,
but i decide to sit alone and write in shades,
exploring myself as the past and present fade.
the thumping beat i find myself in follows an upbringing,
a state of bliss and playful singing.
if he waits then i assume he knows the secret,
but his ammunition is enough proof that he can't keep it.
©LukaKorba
With love,
