Each page a story that reaches the sky
every word that has sentenced me,
every paragraph a lie and
twenty thousand stories high
the ink runs dry.
I spill into a refill that fills the story book
take a look around and hear the sound of termites,
little ******* munching on my written lunch,
a bunch of terrorists that eat the lists of things I want to do,
shoo you little ***** but my whole life falls to bits, chewed up in some mound to feed another round to termite babes, greedy little ***** it ***** when things like that occur when I'm somewhere up here not there, but each page a story overtakes these moments of life's great heartbreaks.