[Bon voyage, crowpied]
There are places down there, of course, that I do not want to visit,
Slimey, foul smelling, hopeless places.
Unimaginable, frigid, volcanic.
There are island I dread to go to,
Surrounded by oily water, puked with acid, dry
Down there there are mountains
With the jaggidest of edges,
Ceaseless, unpredictable currents that scare
Vomit from the most intrepid.
Most of all, darkness, unreasonable nothingness,
The reek of death without its termination, release.
Underground there are horrors.
But I have no choice but go there,
Because,
Because
It's no life to forever
Be dancing on the surface
crowpied
indeed i have been dancing in a pool of vomit and eat broken glass to a place , call London, now it is time to see what is behond human souls?
as i though early on, i shall never be able to feel like a whole man, if i stay behind the curtains of fear, so let it be, may i crash or reborn from the ashes of kebahs vomit on the [pavement of the streets of london...
indeed.
fly, there is always time.
crowpied say thank u x