Comments on self

Like an army of innocence
That surreners its capture
Spite the fact I am a freed invincibility
That refuses to be caged
and trapped
I am the Heavenly andgle
With a sigh of lava like rage
That will explode
Upon the slightest touch
And become a persistent defence
That shall remain insane
Until smoothered
With the most unknown, familiar care
That drowns my rage
Of passionate confusion
inside a formidable pool of lust
And trust
That evolves into an unbearable
Innocence of Mysterious wonder.
