sitting disputing the thoughts i'm computing. .
defiance rings the bell. .
deafing silence. .
eardrums scream back. .
lost inside is what you'll never get back. .
blood vessels haunt the memorys of my eye's,
yet somewhere underneath is where i lie. .
many arrow's left my bow, only to seek my death,
planting hand fulls of seeds in the wake of greed,
but the right always seems better than the left. .
maybe i'll just stick to my instincts instead. .
quickly consumed inside my tomb,
blisters of rage and hate. .
cautiously turning every stone worth throwing,
maybe this can lead to dance. .
cover my mouth if you think i thought to much,
empty the trash with multipul rebutt's. .
the path is long and narrow, with nothing to debate. .
the brain goes into a vegitation state,
always looking for some kind of contention,
speradically twitching with an internal itching,