Daniel Hazelhoff : writer, poet, rapper

I’ll drench my mind with kerosene,
And lustful lies alike,
With alkaline, and bloody lines
And a message written without sight,
Or thought, the knots of a flowerless pot
And some brainless seeded crops,
It has naught to do with men or their few seamless mental flaws,
Or the straws we pulled to see if luck was something less than sought.
It’s a wicked lie, the way we die
Please distract our minds from thought.