Monday, February 22, 2016

control.

may we go to bed-? i must go on a
quest
to discover who it is i am

i am yielding to my hunger- to learn
what's hidden behind all
these doors. i yield to that which

i don't know i will win- i suck the whole
dick- can you keep it down? watch
your language? (can't anything at all but

swallow and think about my future) without
pride you're somethin'

not far from me- without a self
you're dead and walking around do you feel
the colors and sounds walkin' around

they're more people than i am- let me- go
to bed- with them- rather them- their
agendas- than someone else- another me