I Saw That Rotten Heart of Yours. So...It Wasn't a Fairy Tale.

Maggots, dismembered body parts, unfathomable dismay.
Life's a roller coaster they said. And words were fade away.
None of things one can do to reconstruct the pain one caused. As lies has been spoken, conspiracy of the absolute truth.
The noisy screaky whiny ghost troubles minds of the phosporus neuron.
Specially tailored currency paper apparatus causes the twin collide and burn into ashes.
I can recall the most vivid memory of the designated moment.
The designated moment been twisted, bended and called "flaw"
And words... shall not prevail.