12/09/2025
The mind is a torturous thing
Tightening the screws
Into our temples
Until we scream out
When our heads contents
Begin to feel tight
And finally burst out
Like a tube of toothpaste
Stomped on from the bottom
Spraying itself
Over everything we love
O how I wish I was simple
One of the vacant and vapid ones
How I wish the term losing your mind
Just meant that
A return to a blank slate
A tabula rasa
Instead of this malfunctioning motherboard
Screaming from the overload
Brother Owl is begging for the loosing of his bidings
Brother Owl promises he is no threat at all