In awhile,
Cause i may close my blog down soon,
I got no camera anymre,
It isnt fun.
And its just annoying,my blog that is.
And life's a bitch.
No,actually schools a bitch.
Oh well,
Cant change it.
Dont mind me.
So for my last post,
One more last "poem" or "emo" shit
Whatever you might call it.
Syphlin,Is it not?
Well made up of vacuum anyhow.
Sinks up,Floats down.
Compiled,Compelled.
A big big puzzle,
I struggle to find the pieces,
And so DID you.You did.
A kiss from the wind,The open bike track.
Caress the grooves of the picture,
Rough isnt it?You've chewed on it,why?
Attempted murder,operation failure.
Crumble like glass,Try me.
Yourself meddles in self pity,
Well,everyone's been made with such.
Such of a sickened bag,only one stands and grips.
Splattered with awakening,if only.
Stand,no one will wait if you sit.
53.DanceDANCE;
5:08 AM