I fly like paper,
get nigh like lames
here again
gone tomorrow
or was it today
who knows anymore
and really none of this is relevant
everything is always a waste of time
bliss
bliss is without sin
if sin is to miss your mark
hopefully, fuck
here's what shouting sounds like
a silent bellow
un-enthused
call for hire, never show
just fade away
leave no trace
just go
someone should have condemned this sort of thing long ago
Sssssssssssss