boredomatic finger exercise

in position of the ultimate in reign, there is nothing to conquer. the brighter side of the soul fades into the darker phase, as the moon takes a dip into the unknown. a broken path, pebbled roads, muck-covered streets, leading to an unknown tomorrow. a blissfully ignorant seeks pleasure in anticipation. another scornful spit emerges from the philosophically t mind. what it needs, what it takes, i can't guess enough; maybe, all of you. your love, hate, blood...your life. give in. give in. i won't. i can't...i'll never. the hiss of the serpent, the fine tip of the dagger, the venomous tongue of a loved one...all that makes a fine day a darker night. combustible thoughts giving birth to impotent actions. worries of tomorrow. worries of the past. i linger on the highway to the divine core. i feel light today. i perspire love from every pore. honeycomb filled with toxic nectar, i assume it's my fate to be in your path. crush the bones, so that nothing remains in the merciless world . i fly. most i'm a caged carrion bird. report to me, or regret. sleep while you can. 'coz, tomorrow everything's going to be alright