Hell broke loose and a wolf sunk it's teeth deep into my calf I staggered away but the wolf, steadfastly became part of my body -an extremity the pain of the bite subsided and the wolf, as I became wild and animalistic, became civilized he loosened his grip and we parted
once in a while, I’ll sing to myself I’ll pick up a guitar strum out a few chords knowing it isn’t good should I? it makes me happy but doesn’t effect anyone else- then, I knew nothing I knew was for me that, I found, was when my search began
She had black hair Seductively tinged with red I would never see her Again- If she just spoke to me Alone I could tell her everything- and in her Obvious worldliness- I would Have her in pity- I would be happy For a while
we didn’t talk for weeks I hadn’t felt close for longer as this slowly ate away at all in me that was humane I slowly regained myself and decided that I was going to start from scratch
Where natives end the time as specific as the place rapidly multiplied by buying buying things buying earth material legions from the mouth of the beast the beast which stood deceivingly tall shoulders slumped in a fit of insolence monikered by an owl above all cyclical rounds penetrated deep feet met with cold, hard ground you will never win
once in a while, I’ll sing to myself I’ll pick up a guitar strum out a few chords knowing it isn’t good should I? it makes me happy but doesn’t effect anyone else- then, I knew nothing I knew was for me that, I found, was when my search began
Bukowski said it through different types of women Nietzsche through an attack on their species when deep down all we crave is their love and all they crave is power over us they ruin all that is good yet, they are utterly wonderful would we do anything without them?
worth? well, none of that applies to you you sit with an air of authority when you mean nothing and do I? -I who have broken my young, able back in the quest for knowledge when I was not asked this of anyone but myself a guillotine places it's chokehold on you and the basket awaits your arrival into nothing the kingdom which you seek holds nothing for you but contempt
I trust that you will always be far away even as I make strides you shield yourself I am not a good man but passion is seeded beneath everything I may never Let it Out
your face had a glow to it but when we made eye contact- that felt suspicious while I slaved away over everything difficult you simply enjoyed yourself I guess everything has a price but am I still willing to pay it?