i'm just lookin for a reprieve from all this vacant nothingness, one deep breath, two deep breaths, end this stress fix this mess.take these x-ray specs and transplant them in someone who'll use them less then exhale my past in a cloud of phosphoresence leave in its place the purley immense presence presented by my own self defense mechanisms over zealousness, its not okay that millions of peoples lives are lived in textile factories and mines for diamonds prized by eyes that drip with lies, ive got ties to this time and guilt to go with it, and a lot of whys,and a penchant for mischief without malice attatched attracted to this blasted royal palace unconciously i acted like a crackhead im so fuckin low now but i reject the table scraps yet i need some sort of substanence i react like a sprung trap to this percieved attack whos got my back? no hands sprinin up quick i see its no surprise and i need to be more comfortable with being me by myself selfish by nature see myself as a taker who doesent want anyand who sees help as an acknowledgement of failure im fucking sinking now theres a hole in the bow of my ship wasted intentions escape never to be seen or tasted and the ships sinking quick freakishly fast fading future impotent ideas intentionally neutered and neutron bomb irises leave viruses behind my eyelids skylifted sentiments shot down superfluosly like clay pigeons with targets painted bright pink i need to drink think and pull back from the brink for a minute at least an instant sober thoughtin a sea of insanity no one wants to jam with me so maybe theses words written in lines are just a blueprint for a better time ill never get to see or feel maybe i should just deal or steal or maybe i shouls just not try anymore.
organic like plants cause panic then bedlam feed em beats so immeadiately bold that you dread em rhyme redrum rhyme redrum its murder in reverse when we converse our brains exchange the words while we explain the universe don't curse to much cause though i strain it my vocabulary remains strong enough to lift us up and takes us away from poverty and pain when theres no light at the end of the tunnel im the light at the front of your train no frontin son this is something done for love i hear trumpets rumble heralding the coming of doves and fantastically sublime scenery an amalgam of yours and mine evenly even we recognize this symetry can set us free ten trillion chain reactions set the stage for you to meet me nothing can defeat me or crush us belive me they can't touch us at beast they can caress our dust while we languidly lounge in the musk of our lust we do what we must so i refuse to rust, got you wonderin if you fucked up or lucked out feelin downtrodden stayin in playin possum isint it awesome..... my positivity provokes constant caustic comments blender drinks sipped through a bent straw sent straight from god or the nearest dollar store definitly the latter im a word brawler with a horde of anti-matter on my sword some die and some scatter bring on the next batter who feels like gettin splattered cause im mad as a hatter and prepared to wear my own disaster regardless of what comes after pop like a pimple don't keep it simple rather make it mathematical and whimsical life as a battle trackagainst the reapers grim sickle im feverish and feelin fickle with a swelling selling point known as confusion and aback drop painted in painful illusions lets put an end to this trend of abusive solutions ill be lacin my skates up in a basement adjacent to hell before you or your lose nut loser crew wins thats right im him and i dont give a fuck wether you accept it yet test then get wetted and see your best bets just not to fuck with me the immensity of my intensity has you pensively averting eye contact it smacks of weakness and i passively note that your not very cool and i already don't like you meanwhile im a fuckin ice cube floatin in a blender drink stirving nightly to pay my dues lets just coalesce to end the progress of these protests i guess ill undress you unless you've got something better to do the expression on your face is so tastelessly tasty while i make you chase me i realize i reside in a sort of state of grace id rather replace your facial features with a knucle sandwhich make you bleed or impact with you like a meteor.
contrived connivance bylines and high times miscellaneous crimes of passion internalized bye byes whys left unanswered by pampered pretentious primadonna cancer dancers over filled hampers cramped hopes dampened mopey moments misplaced by maliceanda callused culture consumed by the phallus magnificent nostalgia for a time we've never experienced deliciously deviant decadent daydreams leaving me lost and slightly delirous, with tingling extremities and amenities taxed almost to non existence i insist this misunderstanding might lead to bliss if given the right twist exasperation creeping through this cranium still blaming him for the mayhem with no explanation a plaintiff with no motive and a defendant whos broken open and hoping for the result to blow in his favor promising that later he'll embrace a tamer flavor; knowing he'll keep the temperature roasting mostly coasting through sleepwalk boasting choices made redundant by the working man invoices are repugnant to the working man lets replan this trip cause this shit is making me sick guilty and grieving an abbreviated meeting of the souls the sound of her breathing and emotional beatings endured with a toll paid feeling low like a coal cave with no soul to save and no urge to brave the wave of premade putdowns and accurate analysis of a crystal palace thats cracking the boat lacking in ballast balance thats overreacting and the distracting characteristics that the better half seems to be lacking.