thinked a headless chicken
running for life;

What is wrong
with these

if I close my eyes
and melt,
if every wall disappears
behind my eyelid's shade
and so do I and so does
my mind,
I'm a chicken
on the chopping block.

We've all got axes.

What is wrong
with these
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black
my only qualm is that i'd switch the first two stanzas... good reading you again.
Quote by Arthur Curry
it's official, vintage x metal is the saving grace of this board and/or the antichrist

e-married to
& alaskan_ninja