“What are you doing
after that one day?
And I said
forget it -
'this' obviously
isn’t me.”

Days incompetent
I’m losing my brain
like the reluctance to change
a possessed child.
But in a due while
I’ll comfort her
with the bodies of her ancestors
(never forget where the means came from.)

And I’ll show to her the enemies
she never knew, just for kicks,
as she sits and plays still
until the part where, she too, dies
slowly but evidently
(I’ll leave them that surround me
so that I can find peace.)

I can’t believe I took myself this far
but I’ll handle it;
sporadically, I realised
that I had lost my guardian,
as I fell by virtue of my own weight

Remain rapturable.
Last edited by Bleed Away at Mar 1, 2012,