Bless on shoulder
what got in there.
Very message
your message to Nithish.
That’s how he finds out
it’s in his room now.
How will I know he even reads it?
YouTube channel,
check there.
I’m a message there.

One step for the game.
Did the little boy see me?
In his underpants,
no dice.
He would’ve cried if he could.
He was on description.
It was long and short.
This buried him in memories.
Wherever he had imagined he would live,
never was it away from me.

We’ve got to get along here,
so we can get back together.
I don’t know fantasies.
I hate being played with.
I don’t know if he saw anything.
I only know it hurts deep inside,
and insanity has returned,
and the walls are closing in.
There’s no way outta here!

The passage of time is like hours
that crawl through hell,
and I am so deep underwater there’s no way up.
The waves a grief tear at my throat,
over and over again.
Oh little boy I would like this fantasy real,
and the Anarchs that play with me fuck you!
Are you in my description my wonderful little baby dog?

It’s a thumbnail
on your disease:
get me all this food.
Do you remember that?
How can you forget
our time together?
Where have those memories gone?
How do we find them?
I’m sittin’ here livin’ with ‘em,
and they bring on such tears.
They’re crowding my life away,
and I can’t see you anymore.

This is too much for me sure pet.
It’s the infinity in the room.
It’s eating me alive,
and I’d almost rather die than be here,
but I know that’s not true.
Death is hell.
I can’t do this.
I need relief from my pain.
You are gone forever aren’t you?
This I cannot take.

Your form is haunting me.
I feel you walk up to me
over and over.
It’s like you’re almost there.
I feel you live and breathe,
and this is too insane to think about,
but I feel you baby dog,
like you’re right here!

This is insane take,
and I don’t know what I’m doing with you,
and you’re all normal and not surprised
that you’ve forgotten grief.
I hate this undershed
upnoodle.
The ways of insanity go deep.
The Anarchs of pain have arrived,
and I will be shot dead soon.
We just have left the rifle shot.

Claustrophobic,
it’s the air I breathe.
It’s on my downtown,
and I can’t get outta here.
It tries in space and blows it apart,
and I just get snot on my nose.
Oh Nithish I love you Nithish.

Wait a minute,
that’s you,
actually you,
comin’ to me again.
Insanity by the hours,
I’m not goin’ crazy.
I'll be comin' for yah,
honey dog,
on the edge of tomorrow,
within the next fews days.
How do I know this is true?
Read my blog.
Put us together on WordPress.
Compliment to go,
I’m so excited.