Thursday

The Woods






It's all what you want it to be.
Do you want to look up at the star-ship island sky
On a balcony perch that reminds you of it



Don't worry about my motives; the greatest pleasures are otherworldly. I can't be evil if my demons are in the Elysian fields.




Do you even notice?
How can you be so indifferent?
Do you see what's happening?
You cannot possibly be so unaware.
I'm not your pet; this is a catch-22.


This
Is waiting for the pin to release.





Hell, it just wouldn't be right.







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