Flawed Pattern

I rather mystic to stray from the heap but my flaws, should always take the lead or why would you listen to me. From pains I lay, for you to take heed before knots mole your steel noggin for hills. So I write with the versatility in deal that's immersed in me till emergency and my rear...rear has to help to breathe life into the catatonic with senses frayed in sense. Even remote from click, right or wrong, black and white is bred and or personal. I want a sense of you if you would like to let me know. So grab my hand, look in my eyes and show me your rightful color. If you're drawn back because of me... well I know I'm obnoxious a lot of the time, I'm sorry. Shine.