a strung-out song (oh pity one down another to go)
a pit-angel trap (if you know what i mean)
green as money without feeling sang the fat
evil thought ramming inside the white cave of my dilapidated
Where we never sense measure.
How can any artist sell out for fame
is beyond me. do -did-itty-did-diddy-uptown-
so-lay claims to the Evil One called small soul!W
i know i must be mentally unwell
but need for money was never the cause
for my derangement.
I blame my dreams.
My dreams are OUROBOROS.
A divine pain. Inside my throat. Beneath
my head inside my stomach.
Di 00-itty-diddy \did/did/\did itty so good
bye now (hello white and yellow)__
:: 03.18.2022 ::