|Anxiety and shapes, folding our feelings unto this solicitude.
Listening to the advice of images, perceived as emotion.
Trapped by their structure, a constructed control.
Surrounded we've built ourselves distraction.
Acting to unearth a moment of rapture.
Bleeding simplistic ideas, invented unperfected, for our better future.
Visual declaration, analyzing disintegrating monuments of yesterday.
Before you, before me.
If surrounded by sky, I regret everyone in my life.
Misunderstanding your quaint perceptions bewilder my intentions.
I have impressed, I have dissapointed, I have astonished, I have embarrassed, I cant spell, I spell well, in turn you've seen hell.
No reason to stay, dream on, dream long.
These dreams I feed are much to sweet.
Become king, drown things.
Stepping upon me, stepping up on me.
If life's worth what's spent, then I'm spent, soothing sounds become repent.
You read, I rhyme, to become less inclined.
To separate defeat, it's much to late, sharing our rage, here's a treat to repeat.