hiding in shadow, turning to barred doors. empathy, sympathy, are my commrades, my brothers in arms laced together. Fetal positioned i sit, like yoda i talk. Kill the opposition, destroy the competition, and rebuild the composition.
what do we do now? there's no room left to breathe. In, out, up AND down. Build, destroy, and rebuild the self sufficiency that lies in every human heart. Lastly, i turn to my weakened state and take a good hard look at themselves. My mouth moves but isn;t articulate enough to form words; so instead i leave a glance in your dirty shot glass. Is this what you wanted? A self proclaimed prophet? or a self proclaimed lover? Just send me out to pature, to market. Leave me to contimplate the inevitable detereoration of our "relationship".