I'm wondering now if
Tomorrow, when I wake up
I'll forget this day ever happened.
Its wake of consequence absently
Sounded in white noise voice,
Soft whispers of a great taboo.
Pathological History:
Even for Me there were nice things
Sociopath Society:
Persuaded subtle rejections of pain
How dense can conventional apparatus be?
Contriving comfortable ignorance,
An inconvenient dream.
Postured hope urgently praying for
Well behaved inevitable endings.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
I'm wondering now if
Tomorrow, when I wake up
I'll forget this day ever happened.
Its wake of consequence absently
Sounded in white noise voice,
Soft whispers of a great taboo.
Pathological History:
Even for Me there were nice things
Sociopath Society:
Persuaded subtle rejections of pain
How dense can conventional apparatus be?
Contriving comfortable ignorance,
An inconvenient dream.
Postured hope urgently praying for
Well behaved inevitable endings.
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