:s P E C T a C L E:
I am not your spectacle
You won't see me fall
But that wont change a thing i'll just destroy myself privately
What you see isn't real
You'll never know how I truly feel
So take a guess, and make up your fantasy
Cause you can't handle the gravity
Of my abnormality
Of my duplicitous depravity
Of my vicious vanity
Of my fading sanity
Oh, it's a beautiful travesty
A colorful catastrophe
A rage filled reality
Its a wonderful story
But i'm getting too wordy
So let's wrap this rhapsody
And i'll leave with something of an analogy
All you get is snapshots of agony
So now that doors are closed
And everybody's gone i suppose
Fill the well up to the brim
Then pump the poison
To the brain
Through the blood out the vein
Dirty the core
And let mud come from every pore
Copyright © Sandy Axe | Year Posted 2021
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