Loner
I wimp and nurse the wound I got from the bullet Of life Villains I scribble down my agonies and pains. with tinted cries and swinging mood I married my cozy room acquainted to my pen and brown chair I dine with my own Shadow with feelings puntured like broken barrow I've lived In an empty Ville, where emotion are hard to craft Life of a Loner I bred Struggles to see the greyish side of eachday #iamteazhy