When the sky begins to blacken,
my soul is quenched with blue.
Stricken from the place of birth,
accept the nearest view.
A million little critters drifting
slowly through the goo,
await the day that sun returns
with lightly faded hue.

When the stars forget their twinkle,
lords of chaos gape and grin.
Stricken from the world as twine,
to wrap and close the gin.
A bunch of pollen sightless,
so the eyes they cannot pin.
Await the final movements
with grenade that lacks,
the,
skin? ****.

The Cat wore a black coat silhouetted in dark dreams.
Anyone who gazed him blazed eyes was in the makin.
Steam piston action like each step robotic motion,
the dawg was hella ominous so no one would approach him.
Rumors spread and spread again as if robotic motion,
see the story tends to repetition
again again they spread them.
The Cat was then sadly labeled, maimed maybe strangled.
Anyone who gazed him jaded eyes was in the makin.
Dangled neck lackin brain function for the motion,
the dawg was lost to hatred soul was taken by the demons.
Blood was shed and shed again as if just for the motion,
see the story tends to repetition
again again they killed him.

The burgundy and crimson
trickle down into a spiral.
Flashes of topology, geography
and more.
Amber visions old and new collected and
restored.
The truth is far and fetched
the cords are played to follow score.
The visage of a sun and moon
battle for attention.
Images of white and black
take refuge in the floor.
Store the rest in attic space, a car
or in the plaster.
The process is consistent and
the data all secure.

Warriors count bodies like insomniacs count sheep.
Hundreds must be severed to complete this long endeavor.
Sleep is used to cower cannot conquer witching hours
while souls can make you stronger
for seemingly so
cheap.

metal spoons of steel, metal made
in
fuckinnn who cares..
POts and pans pots and PAns
i
dontt like their ugly staress..
Table taable made of wood
hiding beneath all i could,
all i could,
can. ******* idiot
TableCloth tablecloth nobody can find me.
under here im safe
under here im comfy.

I've got it good.
**** man!
I've got it great.
The government wont **** me at least openly,
like publicly.....under most decrees.
There's food so families will never go hungry,
like probably.....what is poverty?
They say we are free but I don't feel freedom.
They say we are educated but I feel real dumb.
For all the knowledge that I gain is nothing more than gimmick rain
and
snow, a pseudo something nice coupled with power sprinkled with spice.