Allow me a moment to While you were sleeping the ocean wasn't But It yawned and groaned as it rose its bed It stretched; diluted and its head And corporeal form At in part at first But when it the Earth It took a draw in, extended its arms, and into the sky It took over mountain and it rode on the wind It traveled the but as the sun dimmed It grew fat and as it cursed at the It grew fat and it cursed at the
In a thunderous rage and a display of bright It spat and began to birth The is off the rose, at least for me for me The bloom is off the rose, at for me Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan on like me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on rolling on
When you awoke, a new had formed the clamorous night, through the storm
It fell the sky to and preform Its endeavor in its uniform
The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, and the Tired metaphors played out before your Sedation, But to be and entertained any source of intellectual gain Seems to be in fashion
the meaning to mean anything you want it to be I've heard these words fall from my own lips It falls and I question its value It falls flat and I question its
In a rage And a display of bright It spat and began to give The bloom is off the rose, at for me for me The is off the rose, at least for me Dogs like me can bark, but the moves on like me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on rolling on
Better to light a than at the darkness to light a candle Better to light a curse at the darkness Better to a candle
This is the confluence of narrative and Swallowing a stream of and empty poetry
You don't to be the one to tell me You have to be the one to let me down You don't to be the one to tell me You have to be the one to let me down You don't have to be the one to me You don't to be the one to let me down You don't have to be the one to me You have to be the one to let me down
A way of saying nothing But a narrative seems to to something more a purpose and a real direction But just words punched in a template The same mistakes we before I, for one, am fucking Of that bring nothing new from the womb But if every is the same Then the rose has truly its bloom Can you sing it to me? I can't relate to this, I relate Maybe it's your preference, but I relate I can't to this, I can't relate Maybe it's your preference, but I relate.
"Where is the We're entertained. Where is the We're entertained." My problem's the consistency with every made Don't just tell me a What does it "Where is the problem? entertained. Where is the We're entertained." I want to feel something more just betrayed You are the I am the Are you satisfied, be satisfied, satisfied.