Scope

everyone is so afraid and they hold it in like a broken music box like a damaged videotape and a telescope that sees beyond skin is lost in the garbage pile at the end of the Bermuda triangle wormhole like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow like a diamond in the rough chase me like i'm just bent light like i'm a complex assemblage of colors created by some unknown material; mind-bent and deranged and unsound but you can try to find the screams that only echo within sound-proof walls and bounce around erratically in a graphically patterned place covert and masked by shadows you don't need your collection of lighters anymore from all the states you've been 'cause i've been everywhere i'm everything that you are and everything you aren't i'm a cracked kaleidospoe and you're a telescope that sees beyond skin that won't see the crack just the face broken into many in order to deceive but there's really just one so don't get lost