Poem about my life in my current-set. |
Thank-you, whomever, for, Whatever, I'm sure, I'm cataclysmic, I throw cysts, It's in incessent innuendo, To live, funny 'aint it? Laugh boy, this world is fucking grand, It's obelesic and austentatious, So it's ok to scream at each-other, I never loved you, Because I said I always could, I'll never eat again, real food it can kill me, Now. I am crippled and weak, I'm crawling almost, Really a dull drudge, And while you're upside-down, Know that the night, May walk with me when it pleases, I love it almost like you, Some-times, I may never see it, Because I will be sleeping, And never be with you, For you are so 'awakened'. This may be a good life, I believe we are still learning. For you, I will fall. I would break-off my teeth. Have belief in myself, For once, so, I hope you may help me, It's what I always say, When you just breath, Even when I enjoy my life, I miss, many, many, things. |