get away.

"Untitled 14"
28.8.11

Written during the power outage as the sun set. I was almost about to run out of light.

"If this is jealousy,
then I want no part.

With a cynic smile,
I predict the worst.

It is more than distance,
for it is substance.

Greed and glutton;
arrogance and aggrandized ego.

I cannot say you were
my creation.

Bore from a kiss,
no guidance is all I have.

All of your kind end as one.
Monster."