Deep drifting within The Float

I’m writing things I should not know

Demons think I’m spouting hope

Angels’ labeled me as foe

My cursive is spoken in flows

These theories are stepping on toes

Impetuous quote unquote oracle

I classify myself as unimportant

Misguided abused annoyed orphan

Attitude can be mordant

The third eye is 42 over 8 distorted

I know that I am abhorrent

I’ll never be the greatest nor a legend

I think my thinking is wretched

My method is, “Question Lessons”

Writers are eternal, leaving impressions

It’s a justifiable sentence for sentences

FUCK THE WORLD, this is my vengeance for giving me depression

This devotion to letters and theory is borderline obsession

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