I Give Up

I have been scribbling, jotting some exaggerated lines. I'm not sure if they've even been from the heart or just a creative unimpressive rhyme. The only catch was that I had to perfect it, conveyed in the mother tongue. See, I've slipped into a timely amnesia, where this rhyming gig seems too alien for me to even attempt. I can't even express to transgress against the rivers flowing in the depths of night while the streets wipe away the good and welcome the devil. It's in that time, with the lights on dim and the sweet sound drowning in a gentle sob, a sincere plea of the heart. It's the first time I say this, but I say it with confidence. It's the first time I say this, but I say it in a timely manner. It's the first time I say this because I need to say it. I give up.