Author's Note: any level of positive, or negative feeback is welcome. Please, if you read to the end, say something coz im losing the mojo to put pen to paper.. Unless you wanna argue contextual particulates, then fuck off. I wrote the shit, I know what I meant to convey. =^.^= Thankies. "~~~" There's a cancer mestastizing in my chest, And I'm laying in a haze somewhere Watching everyone watching me die. Slowly every day, The virus hallows out, mumifying The beater model of my most essential organs. A rolling greyness Covers my remaining shell. So of course im snorting lines, And toking all the time. And the sea around me ebs and flows In the most pitiful storms. Never the less, it flurries Chaos coating my decay. Then, i hide away. And focus all my barely gasping cognizance On a radio active fog, That shone in bottomless green and black With always the big red streak.
Thank you, but ive little cognizance of the work until it stops flowing. This is actually unfinished as well, but once i put a piece down i never pick it up again. This is an allegorical comentary on whats been my current mental and environmental state of being, yes..
