He treads the cold landscape
Replacing himself in all your dreamscapes
Leaving nothing but dread behind your gleamy eyes
He never lies
He can't die but he kills
All you feel are the elevating chills
You hope the pills can hide him from your sight
While he slowly tries to kill you from fright
Your chest feels tight
All the wind pipes are tangled
Nothing is left while you start to drift
All the clouds carry you on
Even though he lays bricks on yoyr chest that weighs a ton
But he is behind everyone's back
Slowly trying to get you to pack
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from an Idiot
Poetryyou must be stupid if you don't understand what this peice of writing is about, please refer to the title
