fingerlick

I step out,

As I breath in.

More than I’ve ever known,

Begins.

Timeless patience,

It’s the drive,

Echoing closer,

I all but fit.

Panopticon,

to this.

The air is alien,

My eyes seem strange.

The thought of you is whispered,

For ghosts remaining untamed.

The tides of ether,

Cause the mind to splinter.

Going farther from sanity,

Is our call in the weather.

The weather of choice,

And the weather of sanity.

Bring home your charm collected,

Never leave your mind demented...

Yes, this is still a @ninaq fan page.

It will probably stay this way...

where’s the smake? slitherin’' around all sinister. waiting for God to make him water.

living his life as a false messiah.
waiting for someone to end his minister.

around the bush. wily and red.
falling to nothing the whore is dead.
found his clutch. waiting for summer.

running to leaves. to find their zen.
waltzing around the runt of sinister.

loves his fruit of memories...
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