The sickness is rising and i embrace the session. Twisted missions of fisting the misses. From sexing drugs and rock 'n roll to hexing love and watching it fold. Manipulating the masses. Contemplating the passive. Entertaining massive practices of passing active stratus's. So high. Well above the clouds. Can't get out into space just yet. So i get grounded to figure out where i've been founded and set. I see my foot prints as i back track my steps. There are ones next to mine is this an attack i sense, or just another vagrant going along with the same intent?
There are things inside without a care. Things inside that strip you bare. Things inside that would kill without care. I wouldn't maliciously take a life, but inside the thoughts occasionally feel right. Bearing from the deepest dark of night. Searing the spark that ignites the light. Something is there. Always there. Coercing me to act without care. Conversing with me with words i'll not share. Hurting me to see how i'll fare. Converting me to believe what's not their...
