It's All Coming Together Word by Word

Songs echo

Graphite words exhale through my fingertips.

Creating the mask of introspective expression through surrliest ideals

to prevent irrelevant ramblings from slipping out of my lips.

Collecting words, they are piling up,

I’m hoarding them and never using them

I don’t have reason nor rhyme.

Paint fades

My words are then slipping into your mind,

My vocaless words, its your voice.

Placing my mask on your face

Unzips the demoralizing grip that is zipping my lips

Words linger

And then you say a lot more

For i am you and you are me

But in the intro they specified that YOU are the reader,

What they didn't tell you is that I am the customer and YOU are the product.

I buy YOUR eyeballs so YOU can eat MY thoughts

I eliminated 21 people.

What are you going to do about it

Art wouldn't exist without fear

Oh yes this fears got a hold on me

Freaks are out. Demons come up.

Satan wears a cape made of the rainbow flag. he's looking for a bit of inspiration.

those surfer dudes threw him to the curb.

He finds nothing in you and fails to look in himself. curled at the tail and looking for a curled wave. no curl just curb

Who IS going to figure this out

Who IS going to pick out the words and find the message,

It will never be yours.

It doesn't exist!

It’s only, a construct, to ensue the contract.

An agreement you say

That's all it is.

Words uttered are permanent, anything less is a construct.

I'm not saying a word

So how's the imagination going