Poetry: Seasons Change

feasable reason I could make you a demon is easy like rain in a developing country, making the the thirsty chest restful. Seasons change. Rippings hymnals, criminal minded dim witted pivoting intervals, interviews with the devil, you ignorant cerabal palsy lookalike in your mental, you make me so mad I can't even listen to you. Seasons change Every time I speak, I form stars and planets, call me the cosmic seed, I breathe easy, I'm cosmically the cause of caution being ignored. ...
Author: cyspy; Tags: seasons change torn the author exodus little sociopath spoken word slam poetry


















