Cheap champagne, it trickles down my spine
Still clinging to the tree branches, into gold
Where everyone spent their time in nothing but mirth
Silvery voices cry
Over mountains bold
The spark is gone that was once alight
But I recall when times were much worse
She kisses the golden ring, embittered taste
Raised her cup and kissed her *****
They soon cleared a space round me, all seeming dismayed
Around my shoulders as they toss me back and forth
They hemmed in and direct their guns at my head
Soon to be dancing with green rings in the shore
Malevolence or serendipity lies ahead

I'm inhaling
In a constant state of clinomania
I become a pendulum as she's away
Cigarettes when I couldn't sleep
And other times to estivate
Harrowing and haunting journey back
Through all these darkened waves
Your many colors could light up the room
I'll lay awake and I'll dream of yesterday
I'm exhaling
Anonymous hiding from the populous
Angered by incompetence
A life of acclivity, means a life of vacivity
The black monstrous are not unique
Every week, felt like driving
Into the trees
So long
To bare
To grasp
Thin air

Little rapid tears
Letting myself fall
Noisy streams and it's mockery
A body prostate right between tall
Bored aloud ignore the right to be
My times a riddle that'll never be solved
Where the river ends the sun is coming down
Being free, being wild, being bulletproof
Ignorant in reality and tangled mound
Get inside and grow this crushing sound
I'm holding tightly to the water
Swimming in this flood
I can't sleep and I can't eat and I can't refuse
Wish I could change the way things are
Who knows where I'll end up, not a bit ashamed
What do I hend so I will find my way to my vessel?
Its completely casual to swim in a river of liquor
Awoken wet grass that was held up with a little speck
Vagabond of fulfillment, viewed as an pesky insect
Its completely unceremonious to be labeled parasite
Discolored or harmonious, I see myself as a skimming bolide
The tide is high
Heedless of all the warning signs
Bend me back
With the strength of imprisoned pride
On the brink of the day
Subtle frustration arrayed
Is this hope or air I crave?