Flash Fiction ish. 'The Boy Soul.

[zoolane]

'The Boy Soul'.

The air that desperate situation is alone strip of love by second bring down the child from emotion underside of have adult to care for. In deep of the of every day. He wants just have warm heart and have love gave to him with having to giving little bit of his soul.
The boy grew up to be ghost that shadows the darkest of places in his mind. The corner at is keeping tied against his emotional wreck is quirk beneath ground where is stand. He is slipping with tears that drowned him to ground.

[zoolane]

His feet aches with guilt which felt like he has pins sticking in the veins, being rip apart with sleeve for humanity. The time is precious but as drift to far to hold. That is reached and pulling the joints apart from him which is peaceful for his mind. Bringing the devour nature of cruel life which his live which in seamless reality. The shift of his world is soaking in pity of self disguise in radiant of the colour red. As a pale of patch beginning to spreading across his skin. The thin of line which is tongue of a lip to the hand and which carrying the ruby rich of life