I’m lost, bored and just spill the stark of words
Letting my hands type as it please without though
Times New Roman it was as my favorite font
Words beginning to fill this book of blank pages
I’ll write when I’m drown
Making no sounds as they look down
Let’s laugh together with all lovely looking clowns
My head is still blank with no picture or words
Making it more blur as I love it so much
They say it’s hurtful but I don’t care such
Writing their names and mine of the flesh of a tree with curves
A moth came to visit me trough my opened window
Something crawl down it’s web, oh, it’s a black widow
I’ve touched their poison and my finger seep
It’s already passed midnight, oh, I better go to sleep.
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