half past midnight your face becomes my hell. personal or otherwise,
hell nonetheless.
the beast with two backs rears its ugly sillouhette from the depth of my imagination. an encounter I never encountered. but played back on my brainwaves radio request of the unappealing monster you've become.
my overrun mind needs a walk. it's metaphorical legs afire.
you patronize me with empty words relieving me of nothing but the notion that good men exist.
I emasculate you with my sharp tongued replies. abuse on demand, for you taught me well.