Quick thing I did, hoping to start dropping again soon.
...Dear self... we've wept & dried our eyes...
We've tried to hide behind brevity's signs
Cleverly dined, on most others caring souls
Bored and torn more holes & can't let go
But they can't know .. Untill we shift our fist
Sift our minds until we've spent our sense
As our mind's feast on this heap of shit
Until it creaps and bends around this hitch
...As a hounding bitch inside this frail coma...
Stail torment beside a torrent of inhaled aroma's
Of exhaled personna's as we fail to hide the night
So we'll travel this path until we arrive in the light.