Saturday, 4 September 2010

Rest well

And as I bid farewell to the night sky, I sink into the depth of my pillow to fly mindlessly through the hopes of what may be and soon wake to the sunrise of reality, stained breath. Washed away, as do my naked flesh cluttered with things not visible to the naked eye, am, pardon, will routinely be served the same dish for consumption. The main, more potent as I chew, tooth unfilled causing alarm sized frequencies to the brain
Rings of pain, damn near enough to tear and if this is what hurt feels like then I'd rather not share for no human being need no feel this, right here.

And as I bid farewell to the night sky, I sink into the depth of my pillow to fly, mindlessly. hoping for some change.


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