..the boy without a name
is he the one to blame..
no..I don't think too much..
but can surely be quite a game..
yet,reaching into the belly..
of the beast and danse
grotesque can bring about
the most insane banter..
like I'm in the most quite
secret universe..
the ufo just took off..
with what's left of the coast..
to bring us 'round the corner
into sincere disorder..
echoes enter my mind..
scatter with utter mixed up
nevermore compacted and blind
too much hope was placed on
her ghost..for the rambling is
over and the joking is frosted..
disconnected..from what..you..
lost touch and your to blame..
sorry..you almost made it..
almost heaven..but the gate's
are jaded..princely tidings to
thee..fair thee well young
serpent..for I saw you tied
to the tree..the apple was rotten
and her lovely locks were misgotten..
nevermore to shame..
