My Unorthodox Dream: YOU

Living like in a Coffin box Can call that my orthodox.

Like the endless bugning jungle, I Was captured in my own Circle.

Breaths heating like intended to kill, I was captive in the social kennel.

I request death to be at my doorstep, it came and started enjoying my tape.

I peep out and saw I was In a Ford.

I saw guards asking "Who are you!", I was wondering what to do! 

Suddenly water filling the moat, Light of the Lord made

The Coffin a boat!

An angle Was there too sailing that, but I Ran Ran

Ran...Wait! Ran from What?

I Realised that I Was not even slept, my dreams were that;

Who made me capt.

Like the rain heals the jungle, I started healing with her touch- downy and gentle.

Like the clouds started to Rove, All my orthodox drown in her LOVE.