"alphawaves" poems
You need a compression
Of the mind
You need effemeral
To hide your signs
Stop their intrusion
In your special brain
Control your alphawaves
In the psychic sparring room
A telepathic link
Can slow his heart
Or with wrath
You can blow his head apart
*"My art
My art keeps me sane...
My art..."*
Apr 1, 2011
Apr 1, 2011 at 1:09 PM UTC