(no subject)
before b.c.
open the wounds
purge the filth
void
countless ministries waste
doorknobs synchronize
sick
not your fault
your fault
needles to fingernails
vomit
the sickening fault of all
this is: lie
revolving this magnum
you killed truth
the earth boasted out of its sockets
still the universe spins
you killed: galilaeo
to the frustration of the visualist
creations availith little
thy laquer strips the paper
compose the grey
sulking in the runs
wardrobe: pastel smile
fallen line
vapor
life in the simplest form
lacking stroke of
fingers: intricate
remain anonymous
a wretch with closure
as told from the indolent
the world is flooding
i am recline
come what may
remotes and autos bring apocolypse
*composed by aaron