Carousel

Fixed in this point. Tracks that ride high resolution of me, invisible. Fight to give up, to push outwardly touching infinite rhymes with reasons to give more. I turn around to only walk straight still my past keeps before me. This thing of take, take, and take as if it is my only purpose to be. Leaching until the only thing I recognize the reflection of me…brow beaten. Putrid attachment, I sat, removed of sight, feeling your continued wantingness. Void of you. Slither, you go on and around you dependent child, casting your sin of right to not coiled crook fast of the split tongues latching to life that it not yours. Written by Lewis, Y.K