A Poem by Gideon 6ix What Mayhem came long before?
We could not resist damnation,
Rising above our limited station
The guise of happiness, fallen, torn.
Now, we lay, in pieces so ragged,
the crisp edges, go cutting.
Our recent sins are unforgiving.
Life for love, now fasted.
Is it just we go, blindly
On to the next stage…