i’v lost,
identity.
what name,birth place,age,female,male,politics,religion,weaknesses
???????????????????
got no answer for them humanbeing
sounds nonsense to me
DEAD.AS I AM.
Mechanical are my words,
my feets are rolling as spider ones.
Can’t find the concept
How would my mind dare?
They said its a highly gift.
My cocoon is red by now..
But i can’t stand thoses pictures and voices,
when the day is come
its funny how situations
are digging ur head,
in a particular grass
dedicated to our braves fellows and bros.
Can’t stand the people flu
them whispers struggled stinks
ONE nigger metaphoria
TWO nigger metaphoria
0:00 am
it comes deeper and deeper
Here i was.
Im done with the elephant gone wild in the city
my hands and all are now made of what they do call:
space age metal
my 22 protection.By now,im free i guess.
But why still i feel bounded and painfull?Why can’t i talk?
Jumping on them parisian roofs without a scar.
I’v made of my house an insects rats and mouse’s house only them dark animals
can, quitely get this.
I mean iv talked to them.I got it.
By the way, i wished i could live down into them oceans, my place would be bigger.
My all life is an analytic code,fullmeanings sentences.
We never cried love, we taught hours
In a life that time doesnt really mean a thing.No entity in here.
Blood orange skies.
And all them insects still are making noise, by here on my seat i can
perceive the slice..
and its getting on my nerves,peaces me off,makin me feel mad
tearing away all that big skin and hair that they put on me.
they said its a gift but i know we r cursed
me and my dark animals..
When i get to much hungry im just eating some, they asked me too
then i did,actually.
Iv created in here my own village and im the queen.
and no, god isnt gonna save me for the war im leading.
Shell in pieces.
Eachy skin.
AND SO IT IS
Cockroaches gone blue, eventually.
