onsdag 2. april 2014

cannot connect, cannot disconnect


poetry for the eyes
my wounds heal quick
easily ignored scars

mindfuck chaos
no simple proper writing
processing is always difficult
when in a hurricane
of blurred out sentiments and thoughts


stay forever ignorant and naive
stay forever sick
the offices need profit

we could never be ourselves around that person

trust is blindness
current state of affairs
run over each other

as we toss, tare and tow
the wilderness within
opinions that matter
due to the way they're uttered

slow-paced
in a haze
nothing out of something
crawl back into the woods
because the tree's got arms enough
to stretch for whatever mile your problems last

there's an ache there's an itch
drown in pools of words and accusations

refund
bundle
cryptic
misery

feelings inside out
the stench from rotting flesh of future slaughter
feelings insight outlook
nothing but a highly suggestible cult

we may look alike




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