A new poem is unattainable

Because of what has happened.

But I will still try to twist my words

And make something good come out of it.

And exponentially these lines of mine will still 

Continue to grow. Grow past all the things of mine

I thought I would never sow. But to make the lines go 

Farther out is to make an understatement. I keep going farther

Down but yet I cannot contain it. The Ideas I have and the plans of mine too

Honestly I don't know what to do. Because eventually this poem will reach an

End to the line and back down again I go. But honestly it will never happen

Because I already fucked myself over enough today and yesterday its a

Repeat over like a year before and before. To put me to death is fine

Because now this is over a line I thought I would not cross ever

But this is just fine. You see a problem of mine, like a demon

I will not relent nor will I stop. But honestly I am tired

More tired than ever because I cannot learn to stop.

So I will keep going though people will try

and get me away. May they send there

Armies and all of their men

Because I am here

To kill it.