Want

My life got
visceral,
hungry,
this is all I can do keep thinking
medicinal direction in the form of news-
seems fictional
breath on the edge of my lungs
take respitrol 

Try to keep so busy that your mind just melts
cause the crystalline construction that I know so well
Can't keep up with the rhythm, with this Corinth swell
competing with my nature for my biggest Tell 

This stupid grin
my foolish bluster
doing everything that I can to muster up 
a bit of core direction
can't defend my acts, correction:
no one really to defend them to
and the hard truth is that I feel improved

Forgot how passion tastes like anger
Built like a supernova, pseudo danger
Volatile and a bit unstable
Timid,
Fragile
Bold
Unbreakable
Standing tall, rob my own cradle
Barytron means that I get every angle

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