Hey best friend, I greet you.
with life of suffering to whatever end...
The Tiny Rule
Assassination ought never be an option...
It’s loud here,
in this place they call a mind...
I heard her laughing
on the other side of the room...
†††
She saunters alone in these darkened woods...
Sheets after sheets I flip..
Mixing every colour to get some shades...
They say they found me naked, disoriented walking...
Covered in blood, grinding a chunk of flesh...
Red is the color of the trees,
covered in blood that...
I was dreaming for hours
walking in harvested fields of grey...
I am a horror in everyway
For I do not walk around in...
Midnight heaven gazes down upon me filled with...
Lighting and thunder...
Enlightened by a precipitation of stars
we ought to demand...