Dav

Decision paralysis

The world darkens

Was that too close the wire?

Wrapped around your finger,

Distorted by disire?

I’ve built an empire on it.

My melted heart’s solid.

I picked apart the seams,

Seems ‘’ should not have been bothered

I could have just waited for it to break,

Then go past unacknowledged.

I’m sorry for the truth,

But have to be honest.

Shoe-shine-spit-polish

Talking to the crowd.

Speaking to specific people, talking to the crowd.

I found it... how I left it

Then I let slip... I didn’t mean to

The ancient hieroglyphics might have been written in Hebru

Your phoney see-through concept of an idea

Is the very definition of what I find weird

What makes me tear up... is real love...

Of a concept, that’s outside it’s realms of context

No more complex, any that came before

It’s a bit of me, been a strange old week

Broken like the fire, I’ve decided to keep

It’s a bit of me, been a strange old week

It’s a bit scary,

Living in the past, when it’s past me barely

Voice box tearing

Logic’s a pointed mess, free to keep airing

It’s a bit of me, jus’ a little bit lairy

It’s a bit of me, another playdough sheep

Living like I’m fine, but I just can’t see

It’s a bit of me, been a strange old week

At loss, being bitter, but I never I miss a beat

Never miss a ‘please... no... thank-you...’-you’re welcome

As if you’d accept it,

Kinda reflective,

High-dry... and over-protective

I deck my shit, tryna get to sleep

That’s a bit of me, been the same all week

Change my voice just to hear you speak

It’s a bit of me, been a strange old week

Broken like the fire, I’ve decided to keep

If I can get your burnt cheeks as one crush

I can hold the blood back from one blush

Some touch

Quite the perfect combination.

I want to break your concentration.

Be your only contemplation

It’s the same shit, different situation.

Growing can take a step back.

The plant is fed, fat, and all I see is red flags.

So take some solace

My edges made from sandstone when once polished

My land is taken, when once promised

You’re my cup of tea

Whiskey please, Dutch courage.

The young forest, has in common with me;

The temperature dropping

My branches besotted, by lost leaves that have rotted, words; all but forgotten.

I was at wits end, till the tenure, I lost it.

The moisture in my mouth has all but turned to cotton

I’m slipping, dropping form, forgotten born again

You tore hearts, just making friends

You made the end seem bitter, no sweetness

Full bodied completeness

Iron for the edges, straighten out my creases

Gaining comfort by eating creatures

Creeps, the rest of them

My sweet surrender, takes my hearts pretender, glass offender

Such pretty face, on a frame built slender.

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My favourite sounds, reduced, simmered, my feelings mirrored.

I stay illusive, from no ones choosing

I want to make my features grosume

She said I lacked, and so I grow some

Talked of dark times, said I knew some

I only live life to be a nuisance

Planning out different futures for compardrays

Saving away for hard days, tough times

Rainy days for sunshine

Burning in the sunlight

When will I be done by?

As I’m skipping it next

You make me feel at home

When my head is thinking clearer, I’ll figure the way to go

...but for now?

Slow down.

Take a glass of lowbrow entertainment

Or low effort jubilation

Sat, I’m duly waiting

I’m truly taking my time

Whilst making up my mind

Shan’t figure where to go, let me fall further back, behind

Come rain, wind or snow

Sit back and watch the show