Grieving dark abyss,

Then, a grain of sand in hand.

Leave me be at once.

One ongoing love of lead,

Left a flightless feather there.

 

It is only a one way,

A finite unforeseeable forthcoming. Brainwashed.

Please, please yield this game.

I'm trying to conform.

 

Amazon, who am i?

Mathematically, statistically uncanny.

Pressurized cannon misfire. Foul-play.

In denial is key, but not to a door. To paranoia.

Feel free to pass that along.

 

A Roman road was built next door to my house,

I took it and exited with my mom.

 

Martinez misleads me, cerdo.

A pale tomato talked to me today, and i fell madly in love.

He is a mute, timid rock.