Snorting bath salts in the shower,
for an hour stood and soaked the flowing shimmer life power.
Shivering, I cower in my mind behind the barricades,
Thoughts assault, the sorrow suit i'm wearing, swear it's tailor made.
I wash it off,
The bombs have stopped, my cities still intact
But in a different way, flowers bloom blossom through the cracks
I'm in the future looking back at all attacks directed at
& carried out by me myself & I deny the eerie fact
& as I stand and rack the noggin in my noggin with some nonsense
I am not dead, clock, stop, smile and it is honest
Horizon & the sunrise brings the blessings to a new light
Finally disguise resigns, the sky invites me to produce flight
The city I created are the ruins I created are the views and moves i'll use to fuse the future I created.