Inefable

I did not have dyslexia and little command voice,
This is how I walk, my pain on the sea sailing.
I didn't make it to the bay and the drought is longing for relief,
The pain room per capita income is not even half,
Of half of your actions, I can define them as actions that are impacts,
I remain intact, I remain intact when I fly high after the first assault,
On the asphalt I discard myself, for not being one more and not being fashionable,
Do not follow the mcdonalds cocacola troll ball the mobile cars the video game console,
In a world of chichi or cola she continues dancing alone.
And I remain tied to my anxieties, fruits of odysseys not accepted in industries,
Musty flowers that always settle in my bed, terminal fucking prisoner of a poetic drama.
The window, of the heart and distracted lips, my consciousness dwells in you with all my senses depressed,
Happy and impatient reverses, but God gives bread to those who have no teeth, help!! !!Help!!
I run through your walk like a graffiti artist, after obtaining his valuable treasure it is a simple stroke,
I die for your bond to increase the problems more, but you already burn me, I can't love you in installments...
No more forgiving me for everything, precious, after living badly I don't know how to do anything else,
I don't know how to decide, but it always ends in scares, it never rains for everyone, although...
I dance with the rain and with the waves, I would have hurt you more than you stole from me, my heart is,
A storage room is where I can store the leftovers. Don't mess with me, sopaboba doesn't go with my mahogany bedroom.
!!not going!! !!not going!! !!not going!! I'm not a latinlover!! at dot com i love when my heart pours out...
Something that my mother didn't teach me is that a door that closes is another that opens, that opens....
I'm putting wedges between my scarcity, but I have no tears or nails left, I will die again...
I am already used to being forgotten, I have already received the painful ground jet patch, sewn patch,
I ask the Apache to reach his nest, so that we children can find some fucking sense in this.
Or a less fatuous coloring, the devil tattooed his soul in the name of which he acted,
Just as the gods expected, all the cheaters who today praise him for his evacuation gave their faith,
In the tentacle of mental calculation, which they install in their ineffable parbule you ejaculate,
Prisoner of the carbide rubbish losing its clot, its right angle, reinaguro,
His well-being, his benevolent, benevolent love, raised what he longed for yesterday, penélevo, revélevo,
In case the times confuse us, I always keep the souls that are diluted in my blood.
They flow, they are unsociable and insatiable and everything is reduced to ellipsis rapsusklei the ineffable...
I can't explain it to you in words, many think this jambo is crazy,
But I write, and I write what I experience on paper, I am obsessive and I receive the punishment by missing your skin,
And it affects me, I die in bed every morning, a fucking terminal prisoner of a poetic drama, the window,
Of love, pain and disappointment, underground worlds of bans due to the chaos of the herds,
I return every night to my confines, although the night has passed and your gardens have passed me by...
!!the ineffable!! Don't let anyone talk to me because I'm unsociable...this fucking misunderstood!! aauuu!!
!!!!! "maybe I'll see the world in a different color"!!!!!