The thing about me is not matter how hard you try I will never change the way you want me to.
Your effort is like morter and stones to the wall, while you break down your pride I will add it to my wall.
A wall without doors, windows or any other imaginable opening.
The only way to tear it all down is from the inside, good luck getting in.
Offcourse there are those who dont need anything to get in, some linger in the shadow within my walls.
Not even realizing where they are, they walk around in circles untill I reach out for them.
My domain has no boundries, one could say the ones on the outside are the ones on the inside.
On the inside of my outside surrounding them, the only thing soft about me is my fleshy shell.
The fleshy shell I'm vacationing in for a few years after wich I will switch to another like a hermitcrab.
Beat it to a pulp, imprison it, torture it, its just bones coverd with flesh, "I" will never die or give up.
Go ahead, you're just a fruit basket that will rot away in
- DJ Overtoom357 followers