i'd like to say it won't happen again
so i will
and you'll like to hear it
but of course something like that'll happen again
cause secretly, it's a thing i stupidly like about myself
that stupid recklessness
there's method to the madness
that method being, to go mad, that involves methodical work on superfluous selfish things and things peripheral to that, a fuzzy cloud of delirium and lukewarm fever
but there's always an abyss in nullspace in a select few nanoseconds that's an ephemeral home to dreams that are almost a consolation - but mostly fever - and so much sweat - and urinary delusions - piss paranoia - hearing loss - a heavy head - loaded with blanks
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