The dawn broke gently, on a face so fair
Yet trouble was conceived, as you played wanton...

F'uck you Miss America
F'uck your f'ucking guns...

Come lay your complex prayers, dear chap
send a sweet message to the tooth fairy...

I never did cry after that saccharine lullaby
not a once...

Ink dribbles so slowly,
spilling its life onto cellulose blend 74...

~ AN EPICEDIUM ~
Did you not heed to sink or swim...

Light
a teeming myriad of visual stimuli...