i don’t want anything
not even what i have
peculiar and problematic
remembrances of past
stuck laughing at nothing
cackling like a maniac
might should end this dry fast
before i force my last
sad cigarette whisper
breath
broadcast my death..
Author's Notes/Comments:
My dance is fancier a result of delirium, no need to cheer me on. I don't hear anything anyways, nor am graced with the ability to see beyond the rubble of this crumbled castle. It's totally okay, however, if you're having fun on your own behalf. We can cause great disasters on our oppressors assholes all of them if we put our minds together and forever throttle the tincture downwards into the power Word suit for a fine throaty vocation.
This explosion of creativity
This explosion of creativity rocked me, challenged me, stunned me. Edgy, frenetic and tragic . . . and the way you spilled your thoughts: absolutely brilliant. Simply must applaud!