All Quiet On The Frontal Lobes
A battle was fought: his Medulla oblongata versus an electrical socket.
The electrical appliance distributors made a racket. So did his screams.
But its pure, scientifically certified - who am I to besmirch and mock it ?
From now on his ol' rumbustious spirit won't be harbouring q.u.e.e.r. memes.
It'll be pliant, malleable, ductile. The vibrant brio, fizz of magnetic emotion,
Will have dissipated with the deafening circuit of cerebral electrocution.
They'll be no more fuss, no mayhem from his once truculent warrior soul;
The trenches are filled with the fallen, but walking graves no longer howl.
Morning glory this early I find has lost but found me speechless
I'm aware I have a mouth although I can't seem to speak
my blood is warm but I can't feel a pulse in my veins
I happen to catch the sunrise out my window to find out it happens to take my breath away
I try to look away but can't
I had to try even harder to look away and in that instant, the thought of the sun rising I had to take a look to justify the horizon of this morning glory tis early but most certainly I still got nightmares in my eyes from last nights somber
my tonsils are getting tighter and tighter and now my throat is itchy
I'm catching my breath smoothly you enter the room
I happen to catch the next beautiful sight of this day
I may as well speak my mind and tell you that you are quite lovely as you take the words out of my mouth and lastly your presence alone motivates me enough for today
Celloverse used in or describing love forward and
backwards taking out any words not used in Love
Which would be C, R ,S,
LOVE forward
EVOL backward
celLOVErse forward , take out c,r and s
esrEVOLlec backwards take out c,r and s
elLOVEe backwards after taking out c,r,s
eelLOVE forwards after taking out c,r,s
EVOL backwards
LOVE forwards
People say it'll make them sad
But being here is torture
Living day to day and not remembering a thing
Fearing the future
Scared of the present
And not remembering who I am
What's the point of being if there is no one to be
What's the point of living when there is nothing to see
What's the point of breathing for years to come when I can't breath talking to my own friends
Stuttering my way through life is pointless
Trying to help me see who I was is useless
I am no one now
Accept that
Let my name be washed away
Let my body be burned
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