forget you

[dreamsbelieving]

you seem to be in a slue,
dark, sticky, dripping blue.
and since your a powerless
you must deserve the best.
and everyone that once was
has fallen under great decible sounds
created from such a disturbed ground.
most of your intellect must have had to have been divided.
a few times
then twice more.
because you havnt grown youve gotten smaller.
days look bleaker
cant even speak to her.

for that decible sound has a
detrimental pound
on my ever forgiving soul
but this time it makes me glad to see her go.