Running against a blurry view
Is a thing I once thought I knew
As love
Is beating
Me in my own game
Tag: prolific nonsense propagator
Headspace: Insomniac
Or maybe this
Is mamba mentality
Kicking in
Or kicking me
Into the direction of some purposeful hunger
Desire
I’ve yet to define
Or too lazy to actually find out
Diadem
It has to be real
I believed it
It has to be real…
Last
This is not meant to last
But it’s meant to be beautiful
If not a song you hear in your heart
As it mends
the casualty at Silay
There’s nothing stronger than a made up mind…
Shrug to the Inevitable
And a stockpile of sincerest apologies
Will be dealt as never suffice
Knowing that a future of you and I
Was always ever doomed
Treading
Phrased this woven thought
The cackle was nervously
Thrown ‘cause they just thought the tone
Was begging for a comedic reaction
Busy
And that’s a good day
Filled to the brim
Spilling to whatever
Tomorrow brings
Heard the Gasket Resist
I open the fridge
My fresh
Peddler of filth
That One Time Time Turned
At some point,
We just need to be told
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