Fall In

No cadence, no tempo lacking pace Thoughts are unstable--I'm unable Inconsistently arranged deranged estranged Ink bleeds martyr for my scatter Think needs order hits paper like splatter Contained and restrained resisting conflict Aching for rhythmic, predictable beat Realizing the cymbal, scoffing defeat Exclaiming simplicity in most complex terms Proclaiming complacency with ferocious concern Sun setting, forgetting, resetting start fresh Go numb, go dumb, become flaccid flesh No cadence, no tempo lacking face