Fragile Roads Broken To The Line In What We Call The Ocean. Part 1 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]... it begins with a triim....
the mind is on thin ice:
hurt women got her heart broken [(twice) ]
dolls chose to; ; ; dance?
the boy and girl [couldn't] stand a chance...
the cup has _given- up on its fatE*
not a.drink. or a blanket; [in the end] the cup won't ever want a soulmate______

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