nature to go loco

i go solo

so i can go 

loco

i love your company but i must feed this

lunacy

I'll go to the forest i dub thee,

starving on the chlorine so a pencil 2B

bring some food and a book 

of edible shrooms

the trip did not go as planned

the secret lay in the face of my friends

they wrecked all of my plans

my soul, my soul, 

once reached a level so poor

that i could no longer feel my core

A depth becomes known

Beyond films of eyes now torn 

Silks over the others--falling

The colors under--reaching