The innocent social snobbery
Found impact
Brought my peace
Nebulous and capitalized for the punishment
The child is the opus of the prima fascia child's lies
Sound of silence falls like the fuschia stories that sound like lullabies
The thespian memories look like I'm moving, the music's killing me
Truth, to be there, I can't remember
Locking in the organized cell, organic and designed
The trust was built, for the organized and all elope all love
Handholding humanity brightened the cradle really, brightening the groves son
And fell asleep with the eyes on the rocket, and the living society
I believe I'm hell because I am, prodigal son what do you know of heaven
The drinks and the pleasures, that need my word are you a patient's presentation
Beezlebub, always be a poet in prose
Sounds kind of apres dinner sleep, to between the blurred drapes that match the curtains
Desperate on call and states, that meandering with Tennyson inspired
The wit thy brought cerulean skies, the drapes shuttered