A parchment of locks and lies in a heavily imbalanced mind,
incapacitated reinvigorated my souls contaminated within a course of metholated verse,
a past of cursed fortune and faded reality from the profanity of expressive wanton thirst,
a vein inside of my head is about to burst,
secrets tied up in perfect parcels of cinnamon,
i am but a shaded glint of the sun,
a precious gem destroyed at the hands of time,
a lost foal found in verse
bring forth my Hurst,
i need a bed for the night.
©jayrimbaud
J