To vale

"welll, I feel okay right now I feel the wisteria growing right over my feet but now it seems to be beautiful, my prose invaded my sight, haunted by the lightning star that loved to make me cry, but now I am not handcuffed anymore, I did my time, I will never lose my grand arms againg, the breavest soldier in my army, oh what a lie, but it is okay, I can't live my whole life draining my soul for those interlopers glances, the time is passing through the ink in my veins, but I'm doing better off, I don't need no one, the peace in my smile is enough, I miss the way the crucified me santimoniously, I bleed but the blood was maroon of all the maladies that my body was keeping, but no I'm scarlet and that's okay, now the sky is opalite."