A terrible character among
sharp grin, crooked teeth, un
neat hair, unkempt sheets
of walls held up for no reason,
no reason at all-
And that's why it all got lost.
A most wretched character,
that of spider-molester string-carriers
spawning off the barriers as
lies with procrastination ties,
webbed together and eventually
it all collided.
that horrid character for no reason at all,
but coming out and coming out again,
like the tall to short, sparked cigarette
of its downfall, in the forbiddon walls
and the messy room never clean
or the wicked lies that go free and seem
as just a dream to me.
or just a dream i be. Perhaps,
an imagination gone free.
I'll see the day of need-
I'll seize the days I breathe and,
I'll stop the ugly demons.