the mysteries that surround me
tethered by the steps in reflection,
with the pride of a lion
and lies of a wild fire,
Ships are doomed and drowned to suffocation
i possess a social anxiety disgusted by the presence of deceit.
time does run out and hours surely crack
your words are so vague and light weight
it just vanished in thin air.
no matter how strong the sketches are
its all a colorful deception
a portrayal of hypocrisy.
its a ruthless anarchy
blazing bullets through the innocence
swimming across with the thought of dishonesty
dont hold me in contempt
your third face finally revealed
there shall be a resurrection of voices for your malice.