Bizzare

Warning: this poem you are about to read, was composed while i was in a very confused state. To prevent brain injuries please read with caution!!!

poem 4.

(bizzare)

I mean, it\'s not who i am,
NO

It\'s like -someone- illudes........ME!

Into sonthing-i wont do.

It\'s not my fault...

Nor your\'s

It\'s a combonatiom of pitty....woe..

5-67-89

Aisles and cans

Beaches and rows

non of the others----stow.

I know i know it\'s ammerissions,

I guess i just dont understand

IT\"S consibition.

Beacons to summon, conquer and slive,

Bestow apon us an aliby.

A sea of dreams

wide awake

lashed by the thing

some to be..............

confusion

illusion

constitution

ill mortality

straight porfusion.

mellow a swing

pick it up

all allied DAYS GO BY...... ..