Although the wound is digging in, keep on going.Sometimes, or many times, I deliberately read words that bite and contemplate thoughts that gnaw.
And I never quite learn when to stop.
So I suddenly thought, why am I doing 'this'?
Well guess what; I don't know how to answer that.
Maybe it's out of spite.
Maybe it's out of irony.
Maybe I'm slightly, just slightly, deranged.
I probably should stop.
Yeah, it's a start.
Now light is poured here, swearing not to escape
