Montag, 11. Juli 2011

timeout

i smell it
like a dog
and i recede
like a wave
its periodical
so
rather unchangeable
headstrong impossiblility

i call a timeout
so i could pull it to a halt
before it turns from amber to black
drizzle into rainstorm

goes too destructive
tiresome tug of war
guessing is worse
i would rather fall into a trench or a pit than
to consume my energy for
futility
(how is it supposed to end)

not a complain
but
oh yea

im just
tired

to be after perverts
and fishes

mermaid you stink

ah im alright
just yet to be accustomed to this sickening world

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