Here we are again.
Steeped in the night’s cool and lucid...
An evening of a friends’ time of celebration
the venue was steeped in birthday decoration...
You do not wear a pointy hat
And no cloak doth shroud your frame...
Certain days I question
levels of my mentality...
isn't it strange how one word
can be completely different...
Stop using your
tongue to speak...
Sometimes you need to step back in life,
Take your time, love life and realise that...
I was peeled
into the shape of a human...
When I speak, I use my hypothalamus
Not my Broca's area...
I like to write, while my cigarette burns-
nobody is around...
I,
would love to smell...
My heart prickles in pain
remembering how lonely...