One breathe I fish out of a bin left to swim within a brim bright broad opening flight masked in error yet never tasked to terror might Muse with God arrow wide eyed third side dna slide in the bone marrow the fools lips lie in a fact that's narrow, yet he puts down the pride to apply a style o sly that's find the truth or remain at booth Zero. Picture a creek so dyed in red rubies n roses yellow daises blue berries n smell of oranges colors coursing a new wind figure a bigger loose tune send with moon hands tick rock tock the lock reality in a new bend wish others a wonderful walk as the walls become smooth ends. A glass glanced at the grass layed frayed dazed yet still laughed n dashed to the next page stage phase of pass the posh play may fray of day just to dance dark room zoom heavy cloud bloom went away at last. What's to say? Whose to know? How great the feeling when you touch that glow. What's to pay? The ones who show? Love and Fun. The Chance and Choice to grow. You paid a price just to say hi. You took my hits when I couldn't keep or let my heart be supplied with a gift from Satan's wand uplift the terror from hate groups and windows in my eye one dog bark heavy foot hand to hand stand with land, stand with wet sand freed from driving the scene or so I thought, the loss of you tossed mental views.. And. I couldn't even cry. And it made me feel dead inside. When you and you and you were tired, fighting off this mans demans in his charge because I was lost in the state of being gone.. You didn't tell me, was any better, than going outside to having people running around trying to scare ya never prepare ya, only get guns pulled and knives flown, I ain't down for that zone. Oh it's a game? Then put the dice away and try to see it my way, okay? Maybe it's not a grace seed you need to be supplied, but to know you hold the keys of light in my eyes. Four rebels. All looking to settle. But they didn't see the kettle. Boiling. Jseus, thank you. It was scary to be, and though we escaped the magic of bad intentions, city sounds of hell hounds and women who want to see your blood on a labels)