He dreams of tarsals,
Sucking phalanges.
He wishes the literal foot in his mouth.
Cockblock by society,
Damn by fetishism.
Neglected by the cash flow,
Meth sling is his game.
Making bathtub gin by the gallon,
Fuck your liter, his leads by example.
Flesh of flesh,
He loves the pale semblance,
The aura.
His mind working.
... ant working?
He painting.
Visions of 60-7C.
Color of DESIRE.
He sleeps,
He dreams,
The visions of nothingness.
He will never fulfill those desires,
His dreams are just that...
Dreams.
6:18 .... meh shit for shits sakes