Most ghosts,
Sit idle alone in the darkness inside, I'm too far sunken numb emotion white terrorized sensation dread flag naught ship, Thriving in the harbinger's amoral lullabies trench where the monologue is rife with one conclusion: All this poetic reverse hope commentary is for nothing!
In earnest anticipation of,
Oxygen
Saturday, July 5, 2014
The Accords of Self I
Posted by The Villain at 12:00 AM
Labels: Algorithymns , Algorithymns Poetry , Juton , Mental Health , Micropoetry , Poetry , Social Stigma , Spoken Word , Spoken Word University , Villain of Truth , Villainoftruth , Villainous Times
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