Worth a look.
Don't know if its my
I've fallen into this lie
The constant push pull
All the while
Makes me a drab dull
When words lose style
Regret to think my
Had gone when you stepped in, why?
Because the intricacies I give in intimacies are lost on our lips and the exposure of our bodies
The capacity to understand limitlessly shudders itself on rules of society
Even those which I don't choose
Adorn my mind and confuse
The rest of the operation of the machine
Like what's the fucking hold up we're both here, na mean?
Claustrophobe in my deliberations
Out of all of the layers of suffocation
Only to find myself in the same composed delivery
Wondering what will become of you and me
Not with every breath. But in most measures constantly.
The stars flicker and fade
Quicker than the substance we've made
The depth of of your concept so much graver in substance than that which my eyes can make.