THIS ISN'T A SONG, IT'S A CRY FOR HELP

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ARLEKIN MUSIC MAKES ME FEEL LIKE A EVILDEALER

My Mind? I think I left it somewhere far behind..for all that is left. Is my split remnant of what once was my mind, I seem nothing but cold..and oh so dull..that now engulfs my oh so almost empty Skull.                                      Never to be remembered, for I would only be one of many of forgotten memories not that I care..for why should I? It will not mend nor repair what is far from the past snare. Misfit Lunatic, No place for one with a fragmented mind such is mine..only deserving of solitaire..gone somewhere beyond never being worth of any care..for what could I share for such a rare, almost nonexistent selfless dreamlike gift of needless compassion that the World oh so lacks in? Save your tears Gen and Dears, don’t cry here nor there. For what will it solve, instead; make the most out of the least you so have been spared. ..if they so overflow, let them; for they’ve been held for longer than they can bear. So let the sorrow speak as you so silently weep..let the crystal tears wash away your pain as much as such can sustain. Fret not for now nor ever, for I know you’ll do just as well as you hope so cope with you’re pain; try to keep dry through the heavy rain..for the sun will shine and unveil that blackness..that caused all your needless sadness. My words are not worth much, but know I sow and weave them for the souls, that so need a loving hand to help mend what should never have been such you’re stressed soul needing just a gentle hold..let me dry those tears and give me your fears; I can help as much as I may in these harsh times of dismay so much so as God will allow my soul. Emeralds of a dreamlike green. Diamonds, that even rival the beauty that of the Sunlit waters of the bluest seas. Gold, so vibrant it more than glows. Silver, oh so strong and radiant that it but ensnares. ..None of them, can begin to compare; for you are more special than even the rarest or even most breathtaking things that the Earth will ever provide..for you’re not of this Earth..you’re so special in and of you’re indescribable in oblique meaningless words, than you’ll ever know or even admit..for you are a Divine knit one never to be woven with one bearing even a dot of resemblance, a perfect tapestry with no flaw in you’re elegant design that is as breathtaking as is the Starlit Midnight Sky..but so much more than one can begin to try or hope to adore..for words will never describe such a one in all sight of an unbeknown perfection that is unaware of it’s oh so deathly awe like ensare. One so unique, you are you..a perfect work of art that no price can name for you will forever be far more than a one of kind, never to be found a single alike, for you’re a forever unique oh so beautiful piece. I, A fellow who is less than a floating speck..waiting..for the wind to blow my torn asunder mind..into whatever God so has planned for my strained, pained soul that aches for the waves to wash it far from ashore..am I worthy? Of the things I so have been given? I think not….for I am worth not but to rot. That is of my own twisted and distorted perception, though….for you; I say you are more than worthy, so long as you try; to be the best you God so sculpted you to be. Don’t be like the common pebbles spread amongst many amound. Be the Gem, the one so beautiful and unique..that more than stands out, from the oh too common oblique and dead rubble that lays and lies upon..every which and way one has or can tread. Be You. For Nothing else, will even come close to enough, for the only one being of all that worth..is..🫵 I care not who you are. For everyone deserves unconditional love, at least once in their lives; if you feel no one loves you…just know, I do. That I promise you. For it may not be worth much if at all I know..and I may not have seemingly much. I’ll give what I can, to those who I wish to smile just even once again🖤 Stay moving along, stay strong. Alright? Alright then.

THIS ISN'T A SONG, IT'S A CRY FOR HELP

EDEN IVY