Wrestling with myself.
.
Contentment has a foreign feeling,
.
I cast my line, it leaves me reeling.
.
I've got a masterkey to release your breath,
.
And a martyr's quiet fear of death.
.
I rest my mind in jars of smoke.
.
Life is but a holy joke.
.
.
9/17/2019, 12:42:56 AM