Today my mind slips
and my time shifts
The only thing I'm left with,
is my concentration breaking in
and I'm wearing thin, but it's a sinking den
kind of like a sinking ship, the details are written
down and flowing from my fingertips.
Letting you peak the rest of me, I apologize that I'm mangled up and forfeiting luck for intelligence.
My savage so cold it freezes the winter, but don't get it confused; it's not like I'm portrayed as better.
Traded my good heart for a broken soul, that way I'm fully bossed up and I can learn more.
You can speak ill to the death me, but a piece is all you'll ever see.
My body is a host for my brain to feed, and it's one foot in the grave for me.  
Reality continues to flourish that it's not at all what it seems or means.
Information is the king that life oversees.