The Survivor Poem by Prince Promise

Where do I serve this mind
Halt out of wish, of his wish
To slam that which are clings
As though, it only clang

Who angels the mind's eye of now
That would seal the times of yore
Whose memories are but glitches
Straggling hurtling, with tease

Where else can I seek solace
Of those desires anchored
In a heart unclad on your sight
Jiffed on pleasure that sucks now

And now, I desired so much
For a heart that sticks no harder
A mind that sees less of none-self
Though it shall not forever be true