Who In This World Truly Knows?
Pushing the moth right into the flame.
Watching it die.
Should that make me cry?
Becoming of the poetically insane.
Something gone wrong with this man's brain.
A nut that just won't shut up.
Hey is that a bad thing?
Or is it a plus?
Question straight from the just because.
Ask many and maybe a few will be answered.
It's still not enough.
I got a million more where they came from.
Why because I still feel the need to learn.
It's like a urning of another books page turning.
Have I reach the end yet?
If so it's on to next.
Another crumbled paper.
Maybe I should attack this one with lazers.
Turning up the phasers.
The mental game changers.
I seek passage.
Will you let me through?
God damn you
Drinking my mid evil tonic with my eyes closed.
Hey now I'm hallucinating
Look over there that womens wearing no cloths.
Eh maybe that's the way it suppose to be.
Who in this world truly knows?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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