Sunday, October 20, 2013


I lay awake staring at my death
Contemplation regeneration masturbation
Gazing toward the void blocked by the ceiling

There is nothing to see in the cranial abyss
Suffering signs of unwanted desires
Exploiting by my ego for love

And there is no song
Only the laughing yaw that seems to await
As  I lay awake

At my

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