Sushi rolls, honeydew, and bike rides
A lifeline of lovely views and bright eyes.
A strawberry scent. And a dog staring says;
A tide lies, but we knew this always in hindsight.

Tethered lives blot the page with an ink so effervescent  
The letters lie to mock her grace. A dream that's never pleasant.
Misled, his drive stops to pace his fear. The severed message.
So tethered lives blot the page with the tears. It's ever present.

A night as quaint as this has no place for the bravest kids.

It teeter totters right on faith and sin
As a creature falters inside made of pins and needles eager to fray the wit.

A leader fathers the right to slay and bleed away at the sane and sick.
And there you are, tamed and whipped.

A night as quaint as this has no need to embrace these kids

A shrill whine echoed through the room.
Sitting alone he let go, Obscured by bluish hues.

His perceptions been altered. How can he live in this tomb as regrets and sins of the father begin to bloom?

"Who are you?","Why are you here?"
His Reflections argue and fight in the mirror.

The echo in the room fades but begins a fast pace and starts to hiss.
And as he laid down he prayed to see the fan blades and watch them spin.

He watched them spin...

I want you to hear me,
Jeer at me or cheer me
Cause I want you here for me.

I've got what it takes.
A voice that piques your choice of taste.
At a loss for what is faith
But a boy to beat, or love. Embrace.

I don't do this for attention.
It's closer to, words that mask the tension.
A life lesson in aggression towards the lack of message.
But I grasp the sentence.

And I have a theory though I'm quite leery.
If I keep my lines endearing then you just might hear me.

It's like trailing off, you know. Craving constant unawareness.
We're addicted to getting lost
Inflicted by a logic impairment.
Watch your tv, listen to their music.
Sickened by the views it's truly a mood trick.
Imagine a household, amassed by this foul hold.
Sitting in down pour, trapped by this crowd code.
A programming to stop advancement
Live vicariously, and laugh at hat tricks.
But that's it, it's tragic, they call it magic.
A lab ridden with addicts to stall our actions.
It saddens me to say, this house were discussing right now.
Isn't laden with mud and clay, lets just say we're gonna drown.