"insinc" poems
The temp of my body is insinc with the earth
The health of my bones is tossed with the rocks turn
The temp of my body is insinc with yours
The heat of the body burns down to my core
The temperature of the temple is increasing rapidly
And the height of the thunder is high and howling
The earth stops to turn
The seas dry to burn
The thunder cries and yearns, to howl at our bodies insinc heated temperatures.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
Sick and twisted, People are sickened by my visions,
When all I do is lead you out of the cave of oblivion.
Insinc you walk wearing a mask of your false happiness
Inside you wish not to be a carbon copy that’s why you listen to me
Don't you hear them
failure, worthless, no one loves you
You hear them, i don't
That why were different
I'm sorry, you walk left as i go right
Sometimes i can hear you think
You wish to be like me, different
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC