Meanwhile I run
not fast enough though
he catches me at every turn
cuts off the fun
of the run..

I cant hide
for he finds
me in the darkest corners
of my mind..

Can't pass my time
even though I scrounge
the bylanes
of his color and style..

So I write shit
plastered all over
though you suffer
dont tell me
its the pits..

I could'nt care less
I gotta pass my time
or forever roll
in grief
eternal slime of rememberence..

copyright*budhaaah*