Baha-- your left hand. Awww. I'm guessing you're speaking of your "scarred, discoloured fist" :] Okay, so, I didn't write this, but I love it, so I'm posting it for shits and giggles. Because I can.
The Enemy My youth was nothing but a lowering storm occasionally lanced by sudden suns; torrential rains have done their work so well that no fruit ripens in my garden now.
Already the autumn of ideas has come, and I must dig and rake and dig again if I am to reclaim the flooded soil collapsing into holes the size of graves.
I dream of new flowers, but who can tell if this eroded swamp of mine affords the mystic nourishment on which they thrive...
Time consumes existence pain by pain, and the hidden enemy that gnaws our heart feeds on the blood we lose, and flourishes!
---tell me if you like it, yo.
oh. And if my book doesnt come back to me in one piece, off viz ya head. ...seriously. I need that shit backkkk. !
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The Enemy
My youth was nothing but a lowering storm
occasionally lanced by sudden suns;
torrential rains have done their work so well
that no fruit ripens in my garden now.
Already the autumn of ideas has come,
and I must dig and rake and dig again
if I am to reclaim the flooded soil
collapsing into holes the size of graves.
I dream of new flowers, but who can tell
if this eroded swamp of mine affords
the mystic nourishment on which they thrive...
Time consumes existence pain by pain,
and the hidden enemy that gnaws our heart
feeds on the blood we lose, and flourishes!
---tell me if you like it, yo.
oh. And if my book doesnt come back to me in one piece, off viz ya head. ...seriously. I need that shit backkkk. !
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