Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Floating in the corner of the room
A flood of emotions looking for a way out
Boom, boom, boom, the inevitable doom
And like a mop sweeping the grass 
I try to figure myself out

If we tried hard enough
We can turn into frogs
Avoiding them will never be easier
And destroying us could never be avoided

Decomposing of the body
The end fears everybody
And when tears float in space
It all smells like a lobby

Bubbles and cuddle and warm clothes 
Vocoder suppression
Decoded depression
The pressure of the river dominates the land
A flood of emotions found a way out
The land before time is this
Goodbye to the canoe 
Goodbye to the torpedoes 
Hello to the new, the audio of the afterglow