Nada Niche Kaput

Lost in the pool of insignificance ...sea Stagnent fragments of Ich und thee Doused harranged suffocation fired Within the forests of once Primed Desired Piteous pokes at one anothers Finger Prints One doth jokes yet hints Such mallous Scratches beneath the surface pores Both settle up whilst Counting scores There is no minutes for time consuming Passion Tis gawn with the dawn Yawn.... Outta fashion Outragous That this lady should wish for more than the alchole infused clown Go with his flow Dragging scanties down Bare raw bones chafed For she who's lost with Nada.....faith