What's in it?
Should be asking
What was used to make it?

Driven over my soul
Fear takes hold
It may pursue
But I know
I'll pull through
For just today
A trend that goes off and on
In sight at all times
Can't dive underwater
Away from it all
No matter the posture
Galactical forces decree it shall be
Time of sorrow
Hour of panic
Yet it's the minute to confess:
We've barely begun to transmute.

Rearrange your complexion
Not purely out of hate
But despair
I don't have what you do.

Feminine self
Entwined
Rewind
Back to the moment of self
Prosper inside my own skin
Virtuous resolution
Producer
When did such a culture
Praise vultures?
A match made regretfully
Sense of self
Distorted
Flag of pride
Stuck to my side
Collecting pieces of clarity
Before disparity

Croak away from the daylight
Nightime ambiance
Moonlit trance
Clash of dead night sounds
Set my stance in place
What will I do with fame?

WELCOME TO HELL
...
Wait...
This is a gas station bathroom
...
You cruel fate dictator!

Misplaced the bullet
That was meant for me
Oh, so you picked it up
Wait, don't!
Hm?
I see...
Contradiction in my nature
A sacred oath broken with lead
You
Lied to make me realize
Can't write my own conclusion
Cutting it short
Never again
At least
Not anymore
Yet will this decision
Persist through the next day?