my loose leaf like sway situates in light, right in wind, life
leaves me loose along the precipice of this coagulated noose
oh hoots and *****! my boots cannot take me anywhere today, they lack distance to stretch
as string stretches all along our stratified souls they say, oh give me a rest
so, death; must you be such an ending to this terrible mess? I guess not, i guess it is not the correct thing to discuss
Let's discuss the superfluous stuff, the dramatic tease of interest, the emaciated conversations of puff, please, please, situation and nothing else, nothing will tough the brave disguise of this stuff