* subdued dungeon * 10/15/2016
Torpitude of the axed approaching chopping block
Lassitude of he that's ahead when his whole life he's finished last
Portrayed as a picture painted entirely of dirty shards of broken glass
Can't die. The world won't let me leave until I'm sleeved in more chaos
Like a bird afraid of trees. Caterpillars afraid of leaves
Spent his whole life picking what he's allergic to. Afraid to sneeze
Our lives on our knees wanting to fly
