Revolutions wait to spin
Every second, beneath your skin
Denials heard so dryly
In your crooked disposition
Social homeostasis
Is a distant dream here
Don’t deny,
don’t deny yourself
The semantics behind your sins
The darkness that this underpins
I sit here writing, scribing
Hoping for the false foundation
Of a bright future to rise
Of which these writings are imbibing
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
Revolutions wait to spin
Every second, beneath your skin
Denials heard so dryly
In your crooked disposition
Social homeostasis
Is a distant dream here
Don’t deny,
don’t deny yourself
The semantics behind your sins
The darkness that this underpins
I sit here writing, scribing
Hoping for the false foundation
Of a bright future to rise
Of which these writings are imbibing
micropoems and scraps of writing from my twitter and tumblr
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