In sense.. I feel lost
But my third eye is patched from savagery.
What if we made mankind worse; horrific.
A pending notice for last calls. Death and beauty.
What if I couldn't change my mind and you had to suffer.
These words are real but the emotion has plundered.
A thesis of he,
masking a burden, contrived.
my end; yours to keep
In light... I'm nothing more than a cost
A status quo of confinement that none derives to accomplish.
What if we all made the right choice; no more demons.
Diabolic enzymes captivating us on our soil of fresh starts.
Mended wounds are succulent when wanted to be seen.
Tho that seems as a dream it's the purest form of me.