I'm not indisposed for a soul sucking canabalistic manic depressive lying freak,
nothing would suite me better,
chaotic indifference, but we knew it all along,
the habitual ritualistic style of a clueless bag of bones,oh how I've sharpened the axe,just to grind my teeth,
so lowly goes the picture of something dead,done and incomplete,
reaching for the stars but never reaching the point,
our destination joins hands and completing the failures of every ill gotten asset,
opposed to the opposite, side switching synchronized sequence of a destiny, to far gone and far to fucked up and fucked off...
©munch77
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