Fragile Roads Broken To The Line In What We Call The Ocean. Part 2 Poem by Immortal blank state

tis' the two roads i suppose.
not one to [object] the krab's carelessness SHOWS...
__As I lay (on the ground)
a bullet shall run me over like a ((sound.
where the mind used to swim in the abyss of selfish money and broken [beds]...
whom that child never did like lollipops, suckers or those (consistent)) MEDS.
the song sung to birds and tasted like: mints....
mints smell selFISH and: : : stubborn, take a HINT! i? ! i!
two[2] armss (intertwined*)
the branch let go and paiin was left behind___.
goodbye and no, end with a rhyme.
the tv% has broken-, where only the.mind. can run....
for it was the book= inside a tv; alive because of a dead sun^^

[[written on April 19th,2009.]]