26-3-2025 Trust in the Move

Blood leaking from my nose, A probable prologue to my death. And it blows. The lows, Lately I’ve been peaking at my lows. A dishonourable rest forever forebodes. My heart keeps faking pounds and it shows, Why boy are you a “shy boy”? Wear a lie boy but it seems that they know. Fashionable is not tolerable, Your best however, Your best just can’t keep up with the woes. The worst lies heap upon lies, Until the truth is a memory disposed. Tomorrow costs an arm and a leg, Temperance must foster within your mind to maintain your growth. The days over, Night comes with dark creeping at my neck. My temperament lost, It’s not easy to find the might to compose. You fight though because tomorrow is close. You fight, Tomorrow is close. Trust the pass, Trust the path and endure the stress. Give in and rest, Forget the past just to regret the joke. More or less dangle above grass, Ensure your silhouette glides, Endure the last breaths before you choke. A probable prelude to my death, The last breaths before the doze into rest. What a joke.