Sleep Talking

This serves as a vessel for my other forms of art. Dark, mysterious, miscellaneous, weird, poetry and eventually I'll try to make this into a store for my music project Kro and my name for my poetry books "The House of Sleep.

Monday, July 12, 2010

1/05/2009

There's a rock in my stomach
That I cannot digest
Just like a thought
I cannot comprehend
My face was warm
The rest of me was cold
I felt like
I was coming down with something
This rock in my stomach
Will not dissolve

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