Feed The Missing Syndrome – Unhinged Poem

Wild side,

burn the night,

feel me,

persuade the ending to take hold,

see me fall,

the filaments are all blow,

the light no longer shines,

we have a forever,

that last tonight,

the sign of the end times,

is like a beat of your twisted heart,

let me be the seed of encephalopathy,

feed the stomach of your aching soul,

for a tomorrow that never comes,

is a tomorrow I want to see…

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