Marginalized between cutlery. Grieving some purposive meaning
Stumped for clues, So I fathom why my Innards should be steaming
Because it's the End of the Summer . . And I'm left out in the Cold
Standing on the edge of Existence, watching my solitude Overflow
Characterized by the Eucharist . . this is my Blood and my Body
and I DO know those in my presence, WILL be the Death of Me
. . . It's in their Nature . . Why are they at Fault for Cohering?
Why Question the inevitable? Especially when it's presently Nearing
When greed is evident . . That's when you know Society is Corrupt
and my Self-Fulfilling Prophecy Shines on the ones I've Loved . .
Or so I thought it did . . I guess I will question that for Eternity
But . . Luckily Self-Deprivation barriers Personified Identity
As Fulfilment is in my Make-Up. . Which Momentarily shows. .
Hey I'm a pizza slice . . . So what the fuck do i Know?



I wouldn't try to understand it if I were you . .


Thankya