No messages subtly converge
On my digital glass platter
No hope or soothing words
Just links to tied rope
Or confusing herds
I lose my grip
In a costly process
That will always damage
Consume and ravage
Frosty truths
Of acts by a mindless savage
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
No messages subtly converge
On my digital glass platter
No hope or soothing words
Just links to tied rope
Or confusing herds
I lose my grip
In a costly process
That will always damage
Consume and ravage
Frosty truths
Of acts by a mindless savage
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