Pitiful
Oh The great lull
Of insults
Cloaked head to toe with the **** your scared to face most
I scream into the ether
Either way just know
I hate hope
And holy moments
Lit up for showbizz
Do you copy-right?
I like how
The credits keep rolling
Whatever the weather
Or how separate we seem
Listen. I. believe. it. all
Starting with subtle stings of the sensory
So sensitive the skin it is
conscious of itself
Slowly you'll notice, what you were taught is false
The epitome of love is accepting
dreaded loss.. to convey what's sacred listen to a mouth that doesn't talk
I sprout chills like saplings now
Rapid wavelengths happening
will u accept this message
I'm meant to stumble
Then ultimately fall
it's a bit fictional
how
Real it all
looks
From the inside
It's like my soul shook
And took images
Of fish
In glass boxes
To project on the
Backs of my eyelids
To remind me how my insides
Can also breathe life
I can synch with those of different species
To unveil the secrets we need
To emit empathy