ZERO
Oh I just love being alone, the stimulation I withhold
Concurrent scapes of black holes
I come to turn, I turn toe, tipping to you for social desirability
Spent time is an infliction of loss
My grief, anxiety and pungent mind targets have grown gross
Complete, oh ohe
Really qualifies inner qualities that desperately want to play are in hide and seek with one solemn character playing the game
My thoughts are un-un-understandable, irregular, compelling and creative
Could I please order a human with whom I am allowed to discuss freely or will thee also be a judge?
I will continue to play- alter games when I get bored
And spiral down or gently, consciously to be honest, climb down and disappear
Then I will have the credibility a few short seconds, never satisfied today
Will my mind ever accomplish?
Will and wit want I will understand
Count me in