Letting It Flow

[Cougar Bait]

Sit down and watch the walls you built, they are shadows on your skull like the wind of a world we used to know. Sick inside and missing the trail of time you lost. Innocent bitch. I know I will find you in that forest. The one you used to swing by. Branches like arms and arms like blood in the way you drown me. Venom on my tongue is the spite you blended into.

 

[roguejuror]

Cuugey do you go to those poetry club meetings at Barnes and Noble?

 

[Cougar Bait]

Nah but I could have been a beatnik

 

[stevek173]

That was beautiful.

I'm moist.

 

[Archie]

Poetry bitches and fags always be talking about walls/prisons/chains/shackles that they build for themselves, others build, blah blah....


we need more poetry fags writing about REAL prison....

i'll take this for now

 

[fiveteamer]

I think Cougar had some pot last night.

 

[Cougar Bait]

Opium