On my desk

[gutawafang]

Under the circular moonlight
Beside a blood red bouquet of roses
By the box of stationery
On a steady plastic chair
Scribbling thought waves and riding them like surfers
Sketching roughly, fires that raze it
Destructive pictures of the face of death
And nothingness to fill up the emptiness
7 year old scissors at reach with a second of movement
Already out of the box, willingly ready to do its job
But still staring at flashing images of you
Stunned, paralyzed, not budging
Freezing cold air, inflicting pain continuously
Deteriorating medical conditions, arrogant certificates
Splitting on repeat mode, like a radio hit song
It shouldn't be an obsession, nope, not depression neither

[Fa-Q]

I'm assuming this was more of a poem....crazy descritive...good job I had a good picture of what you were trying to say with this *high five

[gutawafang]

I'm assuming this was more of a poem....crazy descritive...good job I had a good picture of what you were trying to say with this *high five

Arigato.

[BILI]

is this poem??? ,if it is its pretty good,I really dug it

Splitting on repeat mode, like a radio hit song
It shouldn't be an obsession, nope, not depression neither

,awesome

If you wanna give me feed,check my collab,its called Cerberus

[Fa-Q]

I'm assuming this was more of a poem....crazy descritive...good job I had a good picture of what you were trying to say with this *high five

Arigato.

Arigato I'm assuming means fuck you in Latin....well were no longer friends.....I want my cooler full of empty bottles of Dr. Pepper Back

[gutawafang]

I'm assuming this was more of a poem....crazy descritive...good job I had a good picture of what you were trying to say with this *high five

Arigato.

Arigato I'm assuming means fuck you in Latin....well were no longer friends.....I want my cooler full of empty bottles of Dr. Pepper Back

It's thanks in Japanese.