A title is something to slab on when you need organization
And sometimes I just want to sit within the chaos I was born in
Confined in a box of
Cans without lids
I became the tops and sat
On roofs with paper
And scribed a different time
Written over broken hearts
Scripts with no hidden meaning
And clibed through the shadows
But I too, have been eaten alive by
Insects of void nature
And I avoid people when I am too stable
