I saw a fellow breather riddled with passion
Basking in the stream of sound, singing for hella'
Tad preachy on the peacekeeping ways,
busking for bread and admiration
"Sugar we are not made to break, surely?
Let's us resolve this friendly fire in common grounds
let my children be the last ones to die, flying down now
with angels and the Divine, innocent still, missed and loved all the same."
No matter how many times I pump my own empty chest
The desired response stood timid leaving my mind cloudy
Gratitude can be freaky and mankind can be stripped of her beauty
Starring down a well of infectious deadly mold
We hanged a poet for his preposterous arrogance yesterday,
for his love for the word was both powerful and penetrating
made my skin curl, trying to retreat to the guiltless womb,
now it is the rotten bones that need rescue. Fantasize outrage,
cannot mellow the irony of the rope, messy if I say so myself.
I shine like polished fool's gold in the candlelight
Nothing a smokers spit cannot dissolve.
Locked in a room with restless specters,
all but one wish me harm, tolerating my presence
Nevertheless, the Sun bathes the wicked all the same
This pins in my ears, round my lips and encased on my skin
are but a faint warning sealing away forgiveness and meaning
for all I paint is vain, all I dare sing off beat and deafening,
for all I write spells trouble and sounds cross and petty
Do you ever feel nauseated, the surroundings strange and distant?
The constellations drive a hard bargain to salute your path to familiar grounds
It has been hours and your heart is still restless
Wondering if you ever are gonna relearn how to pace yourself
Will the tick tock ever slow down.
