solipsistic

the tempos slower;

words not withstand

trot amongst the voyeurs;

the impossibles command

you shake the tempo;

to lead indelible demands

you return to sender;

to critique on demand

i cant think i cant blink 

i cant walk it off

my heart sinks my cards fold 

your silence dots it off

i cant see i cant bluff

i cant write it off

but here I am trying anyway

your majesty - my hearts too soft

the tempos buoyant,

still im stuck to this click

i aint fluent, 

with humanitys shtick

my lips quiver as I struggle to think

old memories - of my proverbial stink

haha its pretty funny, I thought I could make some money

bleeding, chasing the ego; "for the culture"

in love with the imagery, to hell with the practice

mind objectified to flirt 

my -self - image of a mastiff

apogees had been;

yet i had a blind chin..

to what preluded til these towers fell

and then !bang.slam.bam!shazam!

now youve gone to hell.