29 June 2012
It swallows you up Concieved by it's exisistance You can't rid of it's ridiculous grieve
Its the elephant in the corner The apple in my eye The stone in my shoe
I hate it It's rage has become weary, but it still continues The everlasting thought
It conceives us all, we are bound by it's knowledge, but all we know is, it will never go away...
What Is It? • Opuss № I