Flit, Flit,
Flit
Beware there be madness here.
Take care not to touch foot in.
Strange and Stringless thoughts,
Float in the mind of I.
Unrequited love, lust and lightning blue butterflies.
Flit, Flit, Flit.
I watch him, like a stalker.
I wonder if he knows.
Are the senses of he attuned?
Does he feel the deranged regard I give him?
Traveling from shadow to shadow.
Flit, Flit, Flit.
Soul mine was bruised by he.
Only in payment I suppose.
But oh the flashback, oh his suffering.
And now I set myself up.
To let him break me harder again into pieces.
Flit, Flit, Flit.
It seems a circle, an endless torment.
Demented deranged hominine pieces of clay.
Two agonies committed long past.
The present do touch with their fermented rot.
To feed the hating loving cycle.
Flit, Flit, Flit.
RL 99
