See inside of me. Like glass is
No need for glasses
Slide slight to the right.
Soul moving slower than molasses.
I need this bad.... ****
Im not like bat ****
Drastic plans to relapse becoming
Every fibre that is...
Habit...
Enough with the rhyme scale

My soul is far beyond the closet clues.
The trail ismarked with turned stones
And it shows.
Ive already outlived the forshadowing eye and all its clueless compatriats
And in turn the oracle has granted me
The bliss of blindness
For surely she knows if i know
Than i will not succeed.
As if success is a glorious place.
To be adored?
To be loved?
To be revered?
As what?
A poet? A fighter? A person?
Okay back to rhyme scale

Massive mamoths collaborate
Against a backlit blackness thst
Only stars and collapsing suns
Can inhabit.
In amidst the magic
My body fades to shadows
Becoming hungry for the data
Only cohabitating
With the madness
And yeah its tragic
Slashing every logic meant to
Hold me captive.
**** this madness. Slash with panic
Disco tech. Im roman candles
Subject prone
To soulfull battles
And woeful tantrums
Every day is night between
The parted sky
I cry with eyes becoming animal
And in the balance is
Nothing more than
Shallow ground
Like pebbles
Flowering in pedals
Between the holds built in my sandals.
Im more a man today
Including everything scandalous
If its truth you seek
Make sure that you can handle it