Your mouth is a dissection, a shark caller. 
Your triangles circle squares 
I smoke them too. 
I say you're sarcasm's anarchy
I squash and grab. 

Are you a simian or just the lesser of man? 

My poison quelled by the run of a pen, some hearts went deaf while others were bled. Sea creatures swim through river beds, you call the Sharks, while I wrangle the dead

martin-narrod

No Reason No Crime

Three years my chest tighten when I wake.
Three years my body trembles when I move.
Three years and I hear the echos of my screams, begging for this to be a dream.
Yet I stand, three years later.
Still hoping for you to come back.