I didn't like it
the words, they did sink
across your murky waters and
I know that your ears
can't hear from all the bleeding
from your brain, oh it drips, make you slip.
and laced with my fingers
the liquid poison punctuation
like lines from a book
you never bothered to peruse
hemorrhaging lies
across the border of your mind
crashing sounds from the atmosphere
the cigarette streams that you fear
the end you love is coming near
with these new city crimes...
fucking with the prototype.
please excuse these little streams of consciousness that my brain spews from time to time
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