I been dreaming as the last meaning's been screaming making me feel like being a meany, leaving it in the darkness is my only recourse, of course, abort isn't an option, maybe i'll make a potion an take a concoction, this notion's from far away like Nova's scochia, i wish it would rain. this pain drains, maims, and tries to shame, me into a different part of the game. I aint tame, i may be a little lame but if its all the same, the reason i came was not for fame, it's humility that's seeping into my brain.
sometimes i'm not the same, still, everything's safe, the last case is closed, real, the choices i've made, will ensure a nice place. no disgrace, this time im confident i wont slap anyone in the face. so long as i keep the pace then disgrace wont catch me, giving me a kiss and a taste, gracing me with it's presence directly after i lose the good Lord's face. The Great God sent us, here on this earth to be a mirage a reflection of his presence so he can see the hurt. dont quote me on this...