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
