Disbelief

I know

a side a

trip toy

to play.

Script it

to sound,

misery to

be abound.

I’ll suffer

I’ll again

imbecile

I am I am.

To grab

my chest

I turn to

find rest.

Take me,

hear sound.

Inside me

I’ve found.

A gasp at a

gate heaven

is a bread I’ll

not leaven.

Hurt tips a

hand pain I

fill in veins

burn to sky.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. daemontine says:

    and then he heard… altho faint… not yet.

    Like

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