take their guns and burn their books

dissociated. paperdolls contrasting each other more brightly than day against night. la lámpara se vuelta así. so mocking and slurred was the dual tone of your voice, so potent the fears in your heart. no, i wouldn't drown in that sea of self-loathing for anything, for eternity was lost to your void. the fool even knew you had perished. you stopped yourself short of resuscitation. arrhythmia now, lose the will to create. reject the vibration that shakes life into mind. all eyes ever so far from awake.