In the Distoration of Mindless Babble
Twist the words into
Something
That represents this
Mess
I make it a daily
Chore
To understand the
Confusing
Stress this all into
Tunes
So I can hear the bent
Notes
I can't help those or
Myself
But I kill to make it
Comprehendible
Above all else I know
Parts
Won't make sense in the
End
Copyright © Charissa Gonzalez | Year Posted 2010
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