Spidery webs across the page I look up and you are gone again A ball of light is all that remains Save the light of a conductors baton all is darkness without pattern That ball of light leaving lightning streaks used to illustrate our metaphorics writing in the language of gods we wept together againstContinue reading “Metaphorics”
If all is forlorn, And lost; they’ll wipe out the world And leave you to rot
I fucking hate you. You self-deceiving, self-serving, denial spreading, blind spot ridden excuse for a whore. Man.