Twelve Seconds In a Minute

Another empty minded conversation held in silence My epilogue scribbled on a napkin A sobering dose of reality and the duality of the mind Tied down with twine kept held together through the riggers of time Best if sipped like fine wine the inverted view of the converted saint Ain’t life swell Sometimes a living hell As the bell tones Mild groans as the mind pressures its frame Grosse collection of memories that are filled with surprise Suppressed by speech I learned everything no one can teach The leech bleeding time dry Under the radar scrapping by A bleach that digs down deep to remove the stains of sin Inclined to tell the truth Just the curse of youth A tactician in fact please listen My words are superba Melodic with a hint of super sonic A tonic that carries the chronic chiller Extravagant killer hitting with a slight delay No longer able to hold feelings at bay The sunlight of a dreary day Simple appeal with the ability to steal your heart from your chest I’m not blessed just a crest of a wave waiting to concave Are you brave enough to save yourself Twelve seconds in a minute Grin and bare it Unbearable, incomparable, silent strong and sobber The last four leaf clover