[Constructed Misplacement]
In every moments conscent,I have established an impossible revolution.
In my years ..and hopes I have lost tears and gained despair.
And still in this..i am alone.
An inconcevable sigh..one desperate truth is deprived.
Still in this...i am alone.
Futures lost and unprepared..hidden torments in my heart i bare...yet,still in this...i am alone.
This heart shaped paper ...wont burn in my flames.
Slow constant hazel...blurred,still in depth.
As to this,only programs perform so well.. and beside me,connections scarcefully are misspelled.
Have i forgotten what is to be known?
Or am i still in this...so alone.