just don't.

No idea where this came from.

please don't call me Misty
anymore, people of the Sun's piss
its really too awakening
to those cutthroated around me
whom i loathe greatly ....
in great lengths with deep gash
be careful with your collaged judgement
loathed ; like you .
your words are of hollow tunnel
i will never see the end of and
forever flaying my evening sand shield
with walls that have grown cold with fog
             and bitter mold
never see the end of
never see the enlightenment of your misfortunes
call me Nightache, instead
i laugh ; writhe only with the moon
when it marinates me
in marinated
shadow, be gone you beasts.