Numbers lock inside my head. They have no place to go. Caught, Trapped, confined in the wake of the storm. Amist the light of letters dead. To know,words to form.....
And spude out like the vomit of a dog. Only to be eatten again. Without thought, A hog dedicated to a world of sin. Written in the wisp of the wind.......
Cast aside, forwarded to enept places of the void. Dark, distant, to ride, hard through the night. Annoyed by the portion of a shadow cast in light........
And somehow taken over by a dream. A nightmare to some. Knowing nothing is as it seems. I stand cold, lost confused and numb........Just to agree.....Blah Blah Blah......Blind not to see.......blah blah blah
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