IRC-Galleria

Allow me this instance
The emptiness within
Ever so binding
Ever so winding
Through the innards of my soul

Blackness does dance through a valley of mimes
All pantomime
Piffle, pablum
All those who have them
And have-nots

Bereft of humanity and a meal in your hand
Things you can’t stand
Things in this land

Bland like potatoes and rice, fried potatoes
Meat in a breaded environment!
Milk as thick as ice
I…
Hunger…