Brandy Danielle Nicholson

Sweetly kissing death. Making choices outside of your authority. Expecting all to care, show mercy. Uncontrollably vomitous at ethically conceived actions. Redeem yourself with nothing left. Aspire to inspire lacking qualities. Because it's all okay when forgiven. Have you found my forgiveness? Transparency. Execrate. Respectful of the disrespect you're blind to. Falsities lie in those who surround you. Amends? Those are for the strong. Lacking expectation. Faulty understanding. Hate to disdain.

Save your soul, you manipulative fool. Eat your vomitus burdens. Inflame your torture. I am at fault. You are the cause. And I am lost.

That time when all you want is gone in time, amongst the stars, and there's no rewind. The hills climb, alive, and you, you drown from inside. The vines are drawn, increasingly growing, your kind is vicious while I'm unknowing. This feeling, fragmented. These feelings, damaged. Unbelievably spoken are gracious tokens. You're the one of treacherous focus. You've taken over, controlling. Let loose of your hold, please let go. Sick and unworthy, undeserving. And who will care of the filthy, delicate burdens to bear.