I think I am winning, hide and seek - year 25.
by marcus
The chemicals stain the cement
making ink blots
for passing ponderers
to interprit
to understand all things
in the grand sceme
threw the delusions
of granduer schematics
I am adicted
to adicts
always seeing kindness
for weakness
just before the kill
vanishing like extinct
spirits
thisting in the unknown
quence with breaths
count your steps
disrobe her breast
and suckle silently
till you regain
enough strength
to reduce all stress
to zero
and all things being
equal
in the times of unequility
your sum total
isnt evenĀ a decimil
of the whole
negativly speaking