|05-01-2013, 11:09 PM||#1|
Hates his username.
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: The Nexus
Just bloom out of this rancid casing.
Dim light shows my eventual destination,
but it seems to make my stomach into a dumpster.
And I feel a dump truck turning it over, empty.
I will never eat again without cursing.
A recurring atrocity has filled me;
you held me so long it began to feel like,
Will it ever be liveable?
I get a single glancing glimmer
of a life unlike my dim-lit nightmare
and I could lead a nation to its homeland.
We're only strays.