telepathboy

this predetermination
this hollow form
without love of self
this waste bleeds
it cries of phantoms and illusions
those hollow forms
swirling around
an acrid and arid face
without features
this waste bleeds
it cries of angels and madmen
asking for definition
for determination
of these hollow forms
without substance
it cries for feelings and thoughts
and other intangibles
to occupy and to vanish
where he won't be seen
this waste bleeds
this waste bleeds