Thursday, April 10, 2014

Pure word vomit

Threads unraveling,
Spirits traveling.
While your mind is ravaging
Your heart,
Quested for the soul,
While paying the toll,
The whole way.
Not even to stay.
But to transgress,
Through this hostile plane,
Unwelcoming terrain.
I digress,
And I must stress
Now we must rest
For what they may say
When we reach the day
To take the "final test."

Alas it is not the end.
Nor is it the beginning.
I laugh because this is why our heads are spinning.

To those with a superior point of view,
I assure you,
I'm only here to confuse you.

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