My thoughts are jagged,
Not making sense in this,
Mathematics, that i see,
In hell, not sure about,
The heaven remix, it is a,
Matrix, hard to define,
In this day and age,
Come follow my madness,
That has a reason to burn,
Sparking, a cigarette, or,
Something green is what,
I want to consume, to,
Make this all add up,
It is a wicked chance,
That we only get once,
It is not coming back unless,
We allow it to finish,
Us off, the rhythm, of,
Another day and age,
Caffeine will set us,
Free or will it upset,
The rewind process,
Do you want to know,
About me?
About the Creator
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Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
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I loved the flow of this and the rhythm that it had. You mentioned caffeine so I gotta go make myself a cup of coffee now, lol.