My life's visions 
are dis sissent 
By high skyses
universises.
There fly trough 
and out 
of my mind,. 
and dry out sands
Blinds.
It Overfloats
Over 
my hands 
With fires coking 
bleeking 
Strokes. 
My wishes 
are quie out 
Tryout 
broken
Spread wounded 
Bliches. 
My heart is lissing
Universes 
Above ruled 
verses.
And its be'n 
stolen token
In higher 
Forces 
Sources.
But i think 
They make 
curses.
Thet i can't 
Reversent.
Its turning above,
and ruleing 
Ahead 
Without 
My quest.
Its a playground 
For the 
Hungergames 
demons,.
Above my head. 
Without norms
And value
Of clean 
blesses. 
They bless 
messes 
They testes 
Me 
with no 
Shames.
I ask with
no mean. 
How can 
I heal....?
No request,
While i pray
By my meal
For the real 
Annestley....
The best
Deal.