Again hello of friend of thine
The stomach aches, still holding face
Kiss the wound for nourishment
Empty still, the parasite tastes
Delusional, can the small doll still hear?
Or is this now for sustenance

Moulded by a lush despise
Taut noose of a guilty pride
The lonesome truth, has never been so real

Motionless like the ravine
Of an untapped ocean seam
In perfect symmetry like white sheets
Folded pure waiting to receive

Crawling through this governed lie
Anxiety is found in hand and mind
Hostile race sunken and despised
The point of life, misconstrued inside

Falling

The purity in pain
There is no screen to cleanse behind
Nothing like the click show reel
Seeing heaven, in split seconds
And so it seems, that time has spoken
As the Piscean box flows open

Motionless like the ravine
Of an untapped ocean seam
In perfect symmetry like white sheets
Folded pure waiting to receive

Crawling through this governed lie
Anxiety is found in hand and mind
Hostile race sunken and despised
The point of life, misconstrued by miles