revert and observe the feeling of hurt,
Never ever cared to be one of those wishing for the dirt.
Lying in obscurity my music performs maladies,
I'm stuck in uncertainty.
And the sound of your pen is leaking beautiful noise to me but who am I to perceive? if I already have all I need?

Destroying my addendum, and burning it discretely,
keeping me, me for the sake of my certainty.
Reasonable discretion's addressed and coerced to dysfunction, signaling my conjectures conjunctions so I cannot detect the obstruction.