Birth (death) is a deception forged (CREATED) in a suffering of subdued rhymes gifted with invisible numb3rs lost within thr33 broken panes of glass that tear flesh with delights of a r3dn3ss juicy and free flowing from a skin once untouched by the dirty hand of the sickness that slithers within this grotesque shell I find myself trapped beneath, suffrage of stolen eyes without sight, lost connections giv3n sanctimonious offerings collected like a tax upon civiliZation, a wave, a river with a pointing finger…..
The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
