When did I lose my discipline?
Where hath it gone.
Dwelling between gluttony,
Vice.
Sin.
Day by day.
Pill by pill.
Cross-legged in the metaphysical,
Lingering twixt reason –
Or madness.
Believe me,
I cannot tell you my wiles.
Only this:
My fae circumstances,
Are nebulous at best.
My Fae Circumstances Are Nebulous At Best.
