Slammed are the facts with nauseating drills of...
two minds coerced into careful conflict...

Decadent tree grew in loneliness,
twisted contorted shape; sheltered few...

Morning blurs with complicated swirls;
of muddy nausea sparkled in bright memory...

This river reeks of shameful impurities -
stretching; contorting snake strangles land...

Thrown and ripped; torn and blistered -
an animals rage bores into beauty...

Melancholic bliss my darling, we sing it well -
our heart beats like wrecking balls in every...

To all those memories; those intracies,
i call to you in little drops, every dot...

A forced poem;
Spat on the screen...

In your box; i swim my thoughts,
consume our contorts...

A tame brain;
recharging and recycling...