After walking hard ways with broken knee caps,
resolution of my vision got filled with recaps.
In those paths...
Mirages seek tax,
the bones on relapse,
Cerebrum detach.
Half bitten self gets into deep wrath,
broken Trachea burns breathing these facts.
When minds try to remap the book of remedies,
ears thrive to find a hook to reminisce.
Harder to find who the owner of semen is;
if those rapists became victims of cemeteries.
Leaving markers on trees,
heading to east,
starving to breach the destination beyond the reach,
in order to meet the cannibals tasting my meat,
