ahh random, the mystic beauty that fills my fiery heart

air is rather tasteless unless you eat it upside down

to write a ten word, is it really a poem?

theres no time for writing!! Get me the apple cannon!

A Ten word peom? Not very hard, wouldn't you agree?

6:45
the silence is deafening...
It hurts my ears...
Not the chirp of a bird
or a single uttered word
have quelmed my fears
i long for the amorous growl
and i wish the lonely howl
would entertain my head...
the blankness is blinding
theres no colors for finding
what the hell are colors?
I vaguely remember, like the others
when i used to see, i remember not much
but i remember the beasties, like foxes and such
prancing before my eyes in seductive dance
and they played my eyes into a wondrous trance.
i let their paws set to wander
let their smiles grow fonder
and dizzy my eyes until i came
to and they were gone. The blankness is the same.
What's this?! A sound?!
Has it come?! Have i found?!
I answer the text with a simple "el oh el"
push the send button and say what the hell.
6:46
the silence is deafening...

Demon, demon, on the wall...
come ye hither at my call
**** fine beasts and wolves alike
and stake their hearts on rusty pike
demon, demon, on the wall
dwell within me, infect us all
devour me, morph me, demonize me...
dark enchantments terrorize me
demon demon in my head,
why not wait until i'm dead?
you want a host to feed and thrive
and will only work if i'm alive