The conviction/
To reason with/
Options...
That I've been presented with.

Manipulate the thoughts that has been forsaking me/
One track mind to redefine.

Another obsolete product no one else sees/
I'm infused with thoughts that...

Without control lucidity awakens me/
Complete with the hindrance...

Of the invisible transaction/
Do you accept?

Indulgence of/
Sympathy above.
Mortality is granting me/
My wish for blissful closure.

Softly whispering/
With every wakened breath
She's singing to me/
(That the mourning is too steep).

The harsh murmurings/
guided by blackened shades/
Their purposes have remained/
(A relic of ancient gains).

What is it I've become/
No need to pretend.
Has everything been done/
To live in fiction?

Being inside this home/
Given that this is fate.

It's shameless to feel/
The sorrow's so real.
That I've been set free/
So I don't resist the hate.

Let go of me/
With everything I've seen.
Like a correspondence/
Bringing me to whats coming.

Astral physicist/
Tell me what/
I've become....

NOW! I live with this guilt.

This destination/
With all of it's intensities/
I swear I've been laid here before.

Threshold exposed/
Intensified by reserved complies.
Lingering regrets/
They're adorned from the guilt of affairs.

From this view/
Of gregarious contours/
It's glorious, and honestly.
We are seen as commodities.

Associated without balance/
Corrupted without chances.

We're refined from the touch/
From his common placed god complex.

Search for loss/
Find relief.
At all cost/
Stay asleep.

This guttural juncture/
Leaves me with my thoughts.

Softly whispering/
Every wakened breath.
She's singing to me/
That the mourning is too steep.

The harsh murmurings/
Guided by blackened shades.
Their purposes have remained/
A relic of ancient gains.

Tension to find happiness in relief/
Keeping me inside this symmetry.
Proportionately under-achieved/
From all of these things that I have seen.

They hang themselves/
Clenching with their teeth.
An adamant process/
That's ever so fixated.

On an image that protrudes transcendence/
Meticulous phases, they form stipulations.

The proper elegance/
To accept my exit.
Concerned relevance/
This place is pre-fixed.

The manufactured recollection/
(Away from salvation)/
Outlined from the outside.

Fabricated dreaming pools/
(Living despair, gasping for air)/
Brings me back to where I reside.