I'd feel wasted
In a world; placid
And I breed on its open ground.
Where reality splits and muffles out uncertainties
and my intentions are real as can be.
With a feeble mind
that broods dreams and casts onward
upon the waves of a mental figment.
I press into sufficient minds where I creep and harbor
necessities drain and I disrupt
You try to refrain from the onset of slaughter
But you are so far gone
once corrupt