So am i the only one,

to make one.

So am i the only one,

to be the one.

To keep on going,

when all candles

got waxed.

when the fir3 dies,


when all the bulbs,


Why am i doing this,




Go ahead push your luck, keep pushing it,

till i dont do nothing but watch

you push yourself into something,

far more than someone were to keep it,

pushing it too much.

—–>>>>>》》》 De Dias/\Veeda de Libro p13

Dracko Therapy : H101


Take these,

Your armor. . .

Your Helm . . .

Your stallion. . . ,

So it seems you have a quest.

someone told you to quest the beast of all and ye olde,

that serpent of a beast, the mighty dragon.

Take everything in sight before you slay that thing,

Yet it has something you want,

before you take its life,

You’d want to at least take all of its treasure,

Thing is the way i see it.

All of your hoard become his,

And its, yours.

Dracko therapy: Acid Fumes


Slay my dragon,

that has been keeping me here,

in here where I need my water,

in here how I fill myself,

at the bowels of my funnel.

I take it as a fuel for my,


self loathing,


Because thats all i know of my own guzzler,

So please before all of it

I swallow. . .

Slay me,

before i drink you just like so.

As it ebbs,


As my word is a fallacy unto myself,

As my written hand never stops,

thus an outlet that becomes my character.

It isnt,

it became as my mantra,

it became a word from me of plural days,

that comes and goes,

and yes poets are of the sort,

sometimes but not as much. . .

Hypocrites of ourselves.