I stand alone with my shadow,
Developing larger on the floor.
Voices are heightened in these loosened hours,
I can feel my failures outside my door.
For is it fair to live in fear,
Consistently dreading numbed durations?
I still sense the pain of things that won't adhere,
And uneasy twinges of deserted sensations.
My apathy is back and it has worsened,
My eyes have widened because I know what comes next.
The flood of my trauma ends lack of emotion,
drowning me, sending me straight to my death-

It's Tutankhamun bowing down to no man
Got a beautiful Queen one of the few chosen
She slowly toastin' coastin' smooth coatin'
Her beautiful brain with out a polish I acknowledge
Game players spectators all the way to haters
They can't stop me or drop me lyrically
I set em up to the death monopoly cleverly  
Invoke the goetias around me lay my altar
Play repeats of Freddie's gilbraltor tappin' into my lost culture hidden by these vultures

Outside under the tree shade
Sitting on the porch
The wind whispers calmly
Dark clouds in the distance
Grasping a tender loving hand
At peace with a loved one
Together awaiting the storm