Insanity soothes me,
Smooths me over,
Keels and kills
The pain of normality.
This breath I breathe,
Comes with it a seething grain of salt,
A grain I'd rather see crumble,
in the stumbling bumbling idiosyncrasy,
you call a ******* culture,
Choke.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
Insanity soothes me,
Smooths me over,
Keels and kills
The pain of normality.
This breath I breathe,
Comes with it a seething grain of salt,
A grain I'd rather see crumble,
in the stumbling bumbling idiosyncrasy,
you call a ******* culture,
Choke.
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