Memento Mori by Renier Laroche (the best books of all time TXT) 📕

To live in a exsitence that you didnt choose is tragic way of saying it your in faiths hands.The chain links of dreams and asperations are honey sickle sweet desires which were molded with the clay of cremation to form your creation. Who are you? the simplest of questions but harbors the most perplexing answer. What defines you as a being is not your looks, scent, skin, nor your personality. Memories hold the key to what you believe to be your humanity and soul. Your birthing into this world escapes your minds grasp of piculation. Warm the infant was resting in the crimson pound of a mothers womb, but time passes steadily like sands in an hour glass till the symbolic day of joy the crisining of conception. Expelled from the security of your preserver...the cold winds hits the wet skin as if being jolt by icy needles. Screams of fright are heard so clearly to deaf ears but in reality its the new borns battle cry ready to face the world courage unkown is instilled in your heart eyes that twinkle light of innocence has shimmered through the sinful smog of this world. I cross the lines every time do you know me or the person you see it looks like i dont feel but my emotions are real im me its ok if you hate me cause i hate me to and im sorry its your natural state count to ten and jump on seven.... Its not my fault you have no heaven but i promise to your devil if you'll be my sinner.

Your the mourning and the evening im the stars that searchs for your love.The voided vibrations of sweet dreams that put a mind at ease. Silver swans harmonize there own blessed fall ; water covers the earth as rain clouds roll in signaling the final curtain call. Tears from Lucinda the shooting stars descending from her face. These moon droplets bring the forth coming of the celestial festival blossoming nebulas are born thus continuing the endless waltz. The drifter through the dazzeling stars who meet the black winged faiey in this twisted neverland . In his eyes he saw nothing, but in hers he found everything through cold isolation & a thousand life times of soul searching can he finally shed the dreadful coil of the mad hatter and disappear like the chesire cat with this midnight blue angel. Has he found a small piece of heaven in a world of calamities ever changing like the season breeding genocide. In this nomads arms held her clinging on to what seem simply to be hope. She looked up to him with eyes glimmering like the ever lasting twilight. Once again the two drift in each others warm embrace as if the universe played the melody tuned only to the loving couples ears. To know the names of the two is to know adam & eve  

Publication Date: 06-16-2014

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Dedication:
cant be loved