The smallest flock of animals that you ever metand the friendliest of elephants you will ever petwaiting for them to beget one another such happy faces and big smilesmaking all the dough, not so worthwhilefalling into the trap of love for the jobrising so early full of energymaking a core duty to be the bestyet, being replaced by a big messtricked into the wrong movea lot of things began to move, southinto a puddle of dirty water...
... when I returned
to death
to betrayal
pain and hope
my undying soul
shot in the mouth
still, managing to walk around
why did I bother letting you bastards in.
You think that we all want to play this gamejust so you can make all the blameworth whileI don't give a damn about your indentations or your delusional procrastinationsbut leave the good people to their own dreamswhere it means, a lot to them
under the thumb pulling the trigger on the gunthe only way outwhite flashnot a lashno more, got to dash.
psychedelicwizard 