4

So it is your candid scorn that which keeps me swirling around in clouds of grey since I believe there is no way you shall take me back and fuck me.

3

This liquid is the grain upon which days depend for my dreams fog my senses and I downward spiral to a heaven of smiling demons that offer me sips of water.

2

Outburst in anger at the tedious impassibility of je ne se pas since no matter how loud you are the philistines won't listen, they won't open their eyes and behold quietly.

1

This vague street wisdom I am to graffiti upon the foreheads of those who shall lament not the upcoming fall of men from the grace of my father, the spacetime devourer.