I pay no mind to the man in the doorway I've been learned that he will do no harm. I diverge my attention from the knife in his hand, Though I feel like calling out an alarm. I pay no mind to what I hear inside I've been learned that they don't mean a thing. I keep the shriekings behind the bars of my cage Though they often dance out when there's drinking I pay no mind to deep grayscale urges. I've been learned to work to give a ****. I have a head who'd never lead me that way, Though it's become harder to herd all the lamb. I pay no mind to the changing of eyes I've been learned that it's purely of face I cover my own as I try to ignore them Though they see how they're planning a race. I pay no mind to the battles I witness I've been learned to accept all our world. I turn off the screen and cover my ears Though the fists of my hands each have curled.
I'm delusional from having no sleep so I'm not sure even I know what all of this means
Ensnared in the crystallization of web's intimidating deception, superficial spider met its duplicitous match, whence the improvised contortionist morphed forth from its chrysalis, spun midst grandeur in triumphant survival of flight's sheer inception