My words do splits, therefore they do gymnastic flips
this acid pit drips sick masses of glass and ink
Brain ****, call it massive **** pinpointed so accurate
I'm going to a place with no conciseness
I write with my arms Then drop legs and abstract kicks
My abstractions are the thrills of a ride or several attractions
My mental is monumental to some by a fraction
I'm an empty thought that lies in a Casket
Surprise with my habits That's applied to the madness is tragic...
Slithering satisfaction supported strongly surpasses idiots by the masses.
Monumental mysteries mesmerizes men in misery...
I live life to amaze while in a maze of symmetry
I hope what I say Is riveting, Imagery will then cascade into a blaze of remedies
instantly sparking a chain reaction of positive energy...
The negative turns away...along with its enemies...
Ears evolve into eyes then spot their demise
I hope I never get lost in these times.