where we stop (die)
nobody knows.
give in to the glory of a little can of Spam,
killing a life of monkey's hope.
I dial a dream,
while sitting next to Medusa,
nor swayed by cruel intention
so desperate to remember your name.
the sure burn of uncertain fire,
but how else do you see love?
legends speak of primordial gods
who shaped the world in its early days,
but the artist’s painting captures more essence
than the forest of Heaven untouched by human hands.
At arms' instinct taught war,
to recall what you hate most
inside a dream inside of hope as a joke.