Simplifying an emotion

that holds thousand of characters,

as the stars glows far in the black sky,

stumble faith that wraps around my legs,

making it difficult to see on such dim light,

Never the less i provoke insecurities

on master minds,

Beauty is against 

loyalty for which i stand,

I have been crucified million

years ago,

when i was queen of the empire,

and so rules was the catch of all kinds of law

that i man had created,

Never was love the cause of death,

Never was inspiration of a true woman beauty

that enlighten the room as is expressed in the room,

for what man justified it is a distraction,

to continue to dominate this world,

and so this queen was weak,

to emotions,

to elections

as she picked bodies that has the potential.

not by the potential of know someone in high society,

for honesty that she sense,

she chose always an honest man,

that will hold down his ground,

that will please her for what

her needs are,

In selfish thoughts a poor man

dies every day,

is that ambition of dealing for such addiction,

of craving, for nothing but an empty

harmful faith that filled him enough

to satisfied such urges,

Urges are like sponges that absorb all kind

of negativity, feeding the heart of empty words

that settles for nothing that is worth 

dying for,

when nothing you have

just the thoughts,

just the intentions,

is almost like is good enough

reason why to jump right on it,

Daily we choose,

Daily we accept,

Daily we stress,

things that don't matter,

more is too much,

less is not enough,

so under such desperation's

we find a deadly cure that

ease,

that pace,

that accepts every fault there is

that wont admit,

adn so in the sound of the violin,

she was born,

the sound of violin she die,

her words was stronger then

what a man can handle....