Alter Callous Options

[NiKECHiQ]

this is a poem that me and my cousin made. here it goes




Alter Callous

Glide through my senses
Let it blaze,
Slither in my veins
Surge of life

Perceived, it is not to be
No, not a glance;
Need to be, does it not?
Let the wits speak:

Unshackle the sentiment,
The whisper-sheathed screech;
Seize, I can no longer
The bird is meant to fly.

The gaze unbolts;
Vivid.
The ardour is unearthed
I’m up the skies,
Callous altered.