Sunday, November 17, 2019

Storming

There's an infestation in my mind's imagination 
I hope they choke on smoke.

Once again it's raging; denying what is. Denying what has to be. I want a peaceful mind, easier said. I hate to deal with this. Sometimes I feel like I still don't know me that well.


Gangsters don't cry
Therefore, therefore I'm...

Do I keep it in? Do I let it all out? What do I am it at?


Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit.

Run!


I'm wanted and on the run.

So I'm taking this moment to live in the future.

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