Hackpoems

in between all the sound waves of annoyance
in a sea of lost words that wont be used
it comes a great deal of pain to me
that i must tell you

they thought they couldnt do wrong
its become all real again
this is the new norm my new form
as much as my clay is still the same mold

so throw your stones of sin
tell the universe of my sickness
dance in the glory of your words
the words that have no meaning

you are a spot on this existence
as am i and my ways
dont blow it out of worlds
let it be natural

in the sounds of begs all for forgiveness
in that final rustic thrust
you are blessed for your sins
and turned into dust