My hands shift back and forth
through the earth
(the fucking dirt)
Nothing....but
fucking fig feeders
I'm not your
original sin
I create and randomly
discriminate
Fanged teeth
I draw blood
often from my own tongue
As time drags
me down this silent
stairway of decay
Stars watching
all alone
A definition
all the same
Three letters
I will not
sell
When death comes at the speed
speed of a stopwatch
Who has time
for goddamn
questions
wenelson2010
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