This presence you're caught earlier than you'll ever be again

Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café, you laugh he said you think you're immune

After all, with the destination being the grave or dispersed, silent in flight, the sun will continue to rise, though brilliance is fleeting…...

foil scrapes on your lips resulting from waste prevention

gradually realize why you're no longer invited cos your pragmatic aged soul can't assimilate

then how do you apply the sense and get along with the rest the best?

there are voices I anticipate
laughs which reverberate

it's wicked beat

This seedy surveil might follow a familiar ill lit path to where you settle and fester
and when I'll gag my eyes tear and close and there's the head detached watching me ____less
a measure entertained by my own cadence

I don't know where I've been

I love to think you are my shepherd
I'd still love to think you keep me in line

Run from deep hue
it's seeping to your stance
based
basics basically fucked