Pitch Black Dark

Branded new. For you. Maybe this from a day turns around, and hey, it turns on you. Who might else it be. Rock and a glue, on the rock, and what faints ? Solid as steel a heart is. Brandish gift for you to use. What differenciates you from else. Rather it be a great incident. For you. To come observe what you say before you say it. What's worth ? Part zero to end, whence I'm dead. Little did you know of me. A burried root tree. A sink in the heart of mine, and what's pain ? A sink in the heart of mine, and what's lame ? Though tree roots come out but not all. Least to say, I'm awkward, a kind, and what's human ? Do I hath a heart. If yes, does it still beat. Alright, see what I'm trying to portray of rays upon words, one day these words might shine, and hence then, what's me ? I'm a trapped self in a soul, willing everyday to come out. So that ya...