Kasper138

My scattered brain clings to the sides of this glass box I have placed myself in Where knowing and being seem to intermingle like whiskey and water at a cheap bar The neurotic tendencies of a scorned adolescent beguiled by the plague of child like adults Unwittingly marching to the beat of drums strummed by a man behind a large crimson curtain Their philistine eyes narrow to the point where the inside of their lids become reality And yet, here I am eyes wide only to find them better off closed Like an ostrich , at least I'd never see the scythe swoop down upon me I am on this causeway I have chosen Pathed by my intentions Blood on on

But the sun just laughed and the words just withered Sunny side down my best friend come hither What are you up to You seem full of hope You're going to fall down again It's just the way the world works Always picking left when I should have picked right But right is wrong when you're left losing sight Seeing clearly like a vampire who hasn't had a bite in a week I'll take whatever I can get but these rats aren't worth the feed Flying through the air with the greatest of ease I'm the drunk debonair with piss on his feet

My analeptic pen ran out of ink I could get another, but it is so hard to reach A myriad of idioms convolute my thoughts Antagonistic protagonist with no sword to draw