Thursday, November 15, 2012

the futures past may be the present

Holy shit
I'm done again
sexual frustration
goes through my brain
where to go from here
what the fuck have I done so far
if I'm supposed to be a seer
why has my whole world gone dark?

I entertain ideas
ones that I should not
but it's almost certain
they will remain thought
as the lot aught
the tiny things become huge
everything against me
my face a violent rouge
kick back
my flight pursuit strong
of all the knowledge I've obtained
I'll never truly know what's wrong

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