I sense a lyric... heartbeats grinding cooly
make it trade out the cycle, lengthen it and culminate with exactly what you have at the end... I like the flow of it, but the length is the only thing I dont quite feel- I could possibly give you something better than this:
feel that there, feel you here?
combine our tears, lube my gears.
organically machining fears,
pulsing away towards
gaining ground upon
whisking up the put upon
I feel flight when I walk together
willing that there is another
my salvation attempts
no deliverance or redemt's
solidly I break apart,
gasping for the will to again make it start
I clutch at my stomach,
I am an army with a cooled heart
walking my deathless gate
I cannot seem to participate
reaching for my higher levels,
I realize I cannot metamorphisize
growing only in decomposition
indeed my experience chips away to form the bevels
do I push away from all or am the ostrasize
catch me hanging with who be dissin'
"I" but a word to describe myself
within the artistry of carving winds
call me off from this descent?
realize I am not diving
for I am jumping off society's shelf
my life unspoiled has taken the bend
tiring from those things you find decent
I pulled myself off and now on a path, yes driving
hope into the center of my soul
and the corners of my mind
where it is that you shall find that I reside
separate but alive
gripping that which's circuits be trippin'
can you inject my with something this hole?
because I am not the orange beneath its rind
I pulse against and within but still stand beside
insulate my self only through the will to survive
but how many boiling pots must I be dipped in?
I want a lesson,
but I cannot seem to learn it fast
indeed, their affects lessen
as I fail to remember the past...