in that square surface of seemingly pain
she is counting the hours of the day
for see it going away

it’s lit and goes round, up and back
for those who can capture the track
in morture that stays inside
no one looks for what they have left behind

one night soaked in vermeture in colapsed
her pupils will pop out in relapsed
saying yes for your moron oposites
that’s the groseful form that I dispite!

it’s lit and goes round, up and back
for those who can capture the track

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s