writing is so contagious, I could flow for pages
only got a pen and the crumpled notes I came with
thoughts are spastic as they weigh in, a lonely pull of tasteless
voices that convince me that sadness also grows complacent
used to walk around and meet the eyes of frozen faces
the air clung my nose, this fragrance
this low that i've been placed with, a city roped with rapists
mentally bent over man, my lovely colon's shakin
therapists ARE the-rapists, their medicines choke me brainless
i would go on but the side effects have grabbed my throat- invasion!
__________________
Quote:
Originally Posted by Objective
Judging from those pics and the state you're in I've concluded with the fact that the world needs more Bodeys.
|
|