Slow Slow
Words come.
Bad thoughts blisters the
walls in my mind.
My gun even fights when
they go.
Faster draws the circle.
Slow slow.
Imagine more.
Think only of the best.
You need to worry less.
I failed every single
minded test.
I did so for the little green
men.
I did so for all the rest.
I promise.
I am on my knees.
O so unfavourably my
queen.
That was never ending.
The story to my quest.
Copyright © Unic Cjonr | Year Posted 2013
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