8 July 2012
I have awoken and all is not well Gloomy weather or sinister blether I can not tell. No magical feeling, the smile has been broken A sense in my chest is gnawing and choking.
I'm going outside, I may be a while I'm going to hunt for my usual smile. With an over thinking mind I've been cursed, Often the outcome is thinking the worst.
Paranoia eats away at my gut, I could be wrong, there's always a but. Maybe I'll leave it, doubts controlled at last. Maybe I wont and find out what happens when aspersions are cast.
Hunt For A Smile • Opuss № I