too far gone, his mind filled with a fungus that contorted poetic verses to bold lines and symphonies of sobs, he realized his mind could never be composted: used, created into something better. he realized that it would decompose to a frail carcass of what he used to be and the vultures of society could pick out all of the bones of what he'd hoped to become.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
too far gone, his mind filled with a fungus that contorted poetic verses to bold lines and symphonies of sobs, he realized his mind could never be composted: used, created into something better. he realized that it would decompose to a frail carcass of what he used to be and the vultures of society could pick out all of the bones of what he'd hoped to become.