Skitz J. Fitch
I am a Ghost a memory to some of the past, a glitch in the system born to a 9 digit government issued receipt I will fade like a fog when the sunrise hits and snuff out in a brilliant flash , Another pile of flesh to feed the next generation of Maggots to fester upon the pile . A golden age of nothing but zeros and ones sent into to space to be burnt by the sun a civilization of techno Idiots hooked to a screen like a junky getting a fix may I go unknown to there kind and preserved by the dark , do you hear those snarls behind you look out because my bite is far worse than my bark .
Skitz.j.fitch. poetry page
Skitz.j.fitch. poetry page
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