No tile, I'm no title

No ticks, No tocks

I'm no time

Never imagine there's still good

In humanity, so happy but not in

everybody, Yeah, Thankyou for

making this world, a better place

for me, To stay and be carefree,

see me. But there's still in me that

wants to escape reality, don't call

me I'm not me. Some wants to get

down, Some wants to be a psycho,

Some wants to go to the wonder

land, Other's just want to take a

smoke, Well there are some that

wants to go deeper underneath the

insane asylum. If being mad is terribly

black then what are the possibilities

of opening different doors, Psychic,

Shaman, Elemental, and strange but

Beautiful alien creeps.

I have seen them all, with no titles.

Large fangs, plenty eyes, sharp nose,

others none, others breath, others with

fire, Some are fake like some lies for fate.

Orange blue color of picturesque sky,

Burn maleficent voices. malicious cry,

Don't pretend like you don't care, Shameful.

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