Woke up this morning, feels like forever since the mourning of your name...
In shame I hid tethered to fame, a blind grain of sand against a slimy flame
I'm gaining momentum like rain, a zany feelin' bein' clean
weaning myself off the draining lifestyle, my grind paid in dreams
My time stood-still, feels like December when your clever weather was stormy
I grew gills and stormed on...
A starship trooper in September, I ran around in embers
no space vacuum in dust, I grin and shoulder on
In my holster a wand, it sings songs about wrongs
atrocities gonged through the city, a **** hit of infinity
I stare behind me and see her one last time in the rust of spaces left between us
I know she will not see this, i'm just a bleeding creature...
So whisper feels like forever
...Leave it

My chemistry betrays me as insanity pleads before lean-jaded depravity
seen scorn as a decrepit unraveling
of baffling mean-spirited entities gathering deceitfully
for more pandering of reality in a gallery slinging misery entirely...

My sympathy behaves erratically
seethes forlorn as heated apathy forms rapidly
soft-churning rhapsody squirms passionately...

Inevitably heart-warming tragedy occurs.

Fiendishly hard-earned philosophy
turns of metaphor laced individuality...

Blurred and slurred rhymes.

Aggressive lines wormed into the tapestry of sadism
this organisms mechanism of limelight fading posturism
burning eyes turning bright from realism
shading light from mine minds rind empty escapism
slime heavy kinda heady with the infectious algorithm...

Swirls bleeding lecherous breathing escaping the rhythm of morbid reality
curiosity yearns for instability
With the itty-bitty fallacy of a gallant killing spree
gallons of rippling prayers stripped of buoyancy
floating dead in the sea flamboyantly...

Before the metaphors and metal forged I sat ignored and lonesome
alone and broken...
Groanin' in an ocean of token defeat
rote motions
dead-feet
my feats retreat...
Bleeding dreams and fleeced sheep
eaten lacking wheat
a sheath for elite-meat-treats and bleep-heaps...
Driven deeper-steeper
hear her cry when satellites fly...
I sit outside and mind my own business...
But in this bees nest I'm best before checks in reality
I'm a liability for the masks of sentimental sentinels brandishing fundamental finality on the mantle of rivalry...
Sodden grease and I follow-she
all ah-me
and I'm falling-free...
Solemn freeze
and I'm free-falling asleep...