#devilish acts

"How does it feel when he looks in your eyes? I watch your cheeks twitch as you’re pulling a smile."

Capture the soul of the man who weeps. His heart wounded, weak, he lies, underneath the corner, displaying an art of some sort. The art, which he presents to all, is complex, all- being those who naturally develop sight in an unfamiliar room, with a touch of lighting. Flower patches and dead trees conflict, as the heart flicks on and off, on and off. Deliberated mood changes, He stands high when obligated, low when he pleases. Every door in the hall opens to hear him speak. Praying, his words are properly formed to consider the world. He says not to pray for such an act, for he is a man that shows no form of compliance. Having deep prayers for something that continues to be ignored is unsuitable for man, without a doubt will cause disbelief. Disbelief creates a source for grief. The man watches, as few toss rings, no longer willing to compete. With a smile upon his face, he gathers his new belongings to assort them underneath the corner.