So got this
I see the shoreline, I see her
naval…her vagina print is so alluring, it’s intoxication… so tempting! I’m on
my path, the road is clear... resembling a still reflection; I’m seeing things!
Those x pill & molly have me sweating out Remy Martin… I’m who-listing! But
I know I’m near.
The white and black pavement, the
road path and the cement… the review marrow is fill with crows & caskets…
in front of me is multidimensions of possibility’s simmering into now; forming
buds that will transcend me before me.
I’m traveling what’s behind and
gaining that which I cannot see… but yet since! I’ve received a bullet burial
in my mind and had the cells digest through my thoughts, while they roll of my
tong and out of my mouth. They decorated the moon eyes with glowing craters...
My mood change revealing dripping
blood white, trickling down my stain… black! I have collar creases, collar stripes…
why don’t you understand that the pain is unbearable, describable… destructible?
You tell me. Was I meant to carry this
on the side-pavement?
I’m conjuring from a different
prospective in the barrel of snow. I lookout ward to meet the sun under the
sun, flickering the crystallize air… I see the play fall in slow motion… the
drizzle took the main role and bright the movie home. I will live here, or I
want to… stay forever…
Who? Why couldn’t I remain?
I look down onto earth and seen what
humanity had created… here is my spaceship, I am being monitored…what marvels
of creations we have release onto this world… we have come so far, to only
destroy or selves. Can this be the meaning of misery?
I lay there sexually… kiss my navel…
I’m a so intrigued by you… my hands are in praying form, let’s begin a Sutra
with your plum-clover on my tong… let the words begin to waver as swiftly as
the morning brakes. I stand there; let this world course its bonds into a
beautiful truth.
I am but a tool looking to shape our
hearts… for the one we laid was now only a scattered mist of its former self…
no matter how much of a menace I’ve become or how insane that I lost, my voice will be heard…
mentally departed, never need thoughts… I uplifted my stature with robe shaping
my form… my head inflated strings for legs…
You called me a moon-man… the
definite escaped me… let me be the devastation; bat around my neck; I’m not
into paltry or animal cruelty, but when the night sky steps down, my fangs
comes out. I will be our optical allusions… what you seen are not what you’ve
gained… take several moments and look a ted closer… it will reveal itself when
you can finally see self… you will understand.
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