i need
me
some
chaotic consequences
wet my finger
stick
it in the socket
lights flickering
hair
standing
up
ØØØØØØ
how does that feel¿
darling sweetheart,
take it
to the limit
drive
that
last nail in
dripping
drops
patterned
suffering
feeling good
is
an emotional
unresponse
to an
unemotional response
eroding fingerprints
stolen identity
don't ask
any
¿uestions
pain comes first,
always
shattering THE EGO
no matter how fast
i flap my arms
i
cannot fly
away
from
here
wetting my finger again
don't ask me why.
reasoning
stands still in the shadows
peeking
around the corner
is it safe,
can kyle come out & play¿
(5-22-2016)
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