disclaimer:
you do not have to like...believe...or even understand any of the following words...contained within are personal thoughts...feelings...and beliefs. if you don't like them...fuck you...this was never intended for you any way.
enjoy.
written by:
Sarah Reese
you dance around
the pale moon
waiting for deep
velvet rain to wash
away reality
flooding muddy iridescence down
a grate of hair-infested
crud that bathes my
sewer beneath crumbling,
streak-faced slaves
who sit on a dock
and tint the world blue
becasue there is nothing
better to do
in your bubble
of a perception
unpopped by daggers
meant for a bloody
freedom,
spawning a curtain
of tolerance
that drips and ferments
like black, vicid spit
on the hand of two
minions
to worlds that will collapse upon collision
so as to crack thier shells holding life for a second
as if tears
into a pool of unselessness.