It’s happening now three AM
writing with candle light
I set it on the bed
quiet and kind of dangerlike
Let not my head split tonight
dear Kosmos,
I believe in Me
I am the child of myself
I the father by seeking my desert neglectful
Cool news,
Im ready to love
you
Mercy aside,
more mollycoddling moot,
along this unapparent avenue,
Dear Populous,
i do not care if you know my personal pain or not