“I bend I break my veins burst when I concentrate Need to not hate self wounds I lacerate Jaw in pain like Kanye circa 2004 I speak in dead language you could say it’s semaphore Dream of remorse I got a lot of lackluster laughing Suck up my dreams like a lolly not gagging I practically rebound like a torn up flag and then I’ve got dreams but I’m the only guy who understands them, but all those who disapprove reprimand them…. But who gave a damn then? I’m a sane sapien in a mosh full of mad men Obsessed with poets from Spain on my brain dreams are a false memory lane I’m crushed by my mental coffee table vein but I’m crashing like a broken taillight and I dream in the morning but I wish I did during the seduction of the night and hey my flow’s getting off again but I want whoever heard this to take me on this offering