I feel like an electric eel. Squealing as electric feels through my veins. Go with the change. Dont go deranged. Think, pause, sleep. Make sure your thinker never makes a peep. Make sure your fingers never take the leap to become thumbs. That thought was dumb. A man on the run. Are you following?
Hash tag, paranoia.
At sign truth.
A thought on the loose takes refuge inside my head like a dead man everytime I sleep at night. Spiders crawling across windows, centipedes crawling on eyes.
This next line is wise.
With truth about the end results in a bend of demise.
I CAN CHANGE MY LINES.
Repetition on a retaliation commission.
Also fishing for whats more, more than ever before.
Wine.
Merlot.
Never dies.
Beer.
Whiskey.
Never cries.
Twinkle
Star.
Forever eyes.
Whats more?
Never lies.
Lie down in a drum of batter, flatter matter. Matters more. Explore my burning bridges. Know my choked up ties. Whats worse than crying during every second of demise?
Lies.
