I’m cold to the touch curious too much I’m in a rush vaulting out of the shelter like helter skelter come on give me she

I’m cold to the touch curious too much I’m in a rush vaulting out of the shelter like helter skelter come on give me shelter, the fallout is coming an insomniac running no time to get my guns and start gunning I’m already out of ammo and this clock is melting sleeping awakening reaping slipping like a slope over my hope like a noose around my throat snip snip I’m free for all the birds and the bees and the over the counter fees and forms gotta evade this invasion before it dawns my time to transform into a swarm a lake a fire an earthquake a deadly sin before I wake I’m demon possessed benefitting from quitting those that ain’t impressed I’m a deadly mess time zone dead zone defensive war zone I’m like the ozone carrying out tactics with a drone I got from the borders of the ritual. Habitually skilfully methodical when I get optical like an illusion of tropical thunder and peace and principle cores I am at war with my self and I’m breaking down the wall so don’t panic I’m not satanic I just like a bit of the fanatic. That may be a bit pedantic a bit magic but really life is not a comedy it’s a bit too tragic but let me get my pen my sword write down the equation before I’m bored maybe I’m the one to afford to lord over this realm with a helm of resignation. With imagination. I’ll reach out to the pillars of creation and blow this world up for what it is, a pitiless rock in the centre of deviation. Nah too much frustration too much fear what do you fear are you here or are we about to approach the votive to the emotive and get serious like I’ve stopped with being delirious now I’m nefarious. Split in time I’m black and white mirrored by the night. Night ant quantum savant. Here we go, another animal has been lifted in the dead of night whilst children of the moon are lifted out of sight like the barren cold place it is.