Caught between two plains of existence:
Chaos.
Function.
Logic and reason?
Doomed.
Guts,
Crotch,
And cravings.
The only things you think with.
The only there there til the end.
The road to total self-anihilation
Is littered with
The people you took down with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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