Description: I was thinking of those moments of social worlds ,
Then noticing it was not me or you, it was us. talking over coffee. I remember such knowing of something but not really; the dark joke could of been from anywhere. It's was then , as dancing around the issues, I became the lye or hate of those worlds . So many words to express dislike for the ways those phases take from the moments , and they become something else.
the they seemed
far more disturbing , A something
Going to the Wall -------------------------------------------
These ideals are ,strange
How they come from a darker side+
the subject is either me or you./
While , in the middle of looking
"I was looking for me:"
Then I worried about you.?
the strange hum of you,/rather /
suddenly you -
made me paranoid .
The makings of you;
are very different than me
How is it you could say that?
<the stress built to panic>
I'll pull my hairs out
Knowing something lingers
< thought i went native for a good sec..>
Then your comment
" I was dumb as a brick ??"
" Well sack of potato 's "
said ,the Son of a bitch ,
(screaming )
"I 'm not sane any more !"
After all those cups of java ,
and the ways ,( as one does )
took moments from me ,
mocking my words; Why?
Submission Name: Going to the Wall
