These bristles I stroke,
Rest whistles below,
Test my will; I choke.
Seize my pill, pillow.
Drink tincture I brewed,
Herb censure resumes.
Think is leached, I mused.
Curb is reached, refused.
Wake: writing, I feel
Pain biting receiver.
Stake my claim, I reel,
Slain fighting believer.
Illusion by day, delusion by night.
Seclusion by day, solution by night.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
These bristles I stroke,
Rest whistles below,
Test my will; I choke.
Seize my pill, pillow.
Drink tincture I brewed,
Herb censure resumes.
Think is leached, I mused.
Curb is reached, refused.
Wake: writing, I feel
Pain biting receiver.
Stake my claim, I reel,
Slain fighting believer.
Illusion by day, delusion by night.
Seclusion by day, solution by night.