The Idiot in the Middle


And I sigh into the night

Screw Whirled Peas

I need my own

But it's still a foggy soup

Unlike your clarity

Coincidently; It's not

Devious serpent


And I scream at the moon

The pain will bring me nothing

You will be the benefactor

Just bend me over the couch

That triumphant look on your face

A demon's narcissism


And I cry to the dawn

Calling the name I should have forgotten

Get the coffee off the stove

Another day of zombie like actions awaits

The cycle of the doomed

And I sigh into the night...


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