Wednesday, January 18, 2012

12- 4.5_ I lack a soul

it escalates
it gets out of contorl
it increases
it rises
it tolls
it magnifies
it blows up
it demands to be seen
it accelerates

it runs
 the number defines exact risk of damage
it damges me


God wants to tach me a lesson
yesterday i could have found out information
now i cannot find out
because i was messing with the world
i was creating my own universe
i was synced out of oplay
i was jealous
and abnormal
and existing prematurely

deep down i am sick
i feel sick
and i do not know how to cancel it
it makes me disrespect myself
lack enjoyment
lack pleasure

gain trips of pian

the equation is so different
doubles tripled quadruples
right now
i lack a soul

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