Through my bleeding eyes I recognize the rhyme of the crime and the scenario of the fine amount of galliant lines to climb my high of watery slopes of frantic jokes and immoral memories into deniable tragedies that you succeed to see through me commonly known to my enemies as the the emptiness of their revelries surprises of the entities that enter me contagiously spreading the idea of anarchy to every young and vulnerable soul they see they follow me stopping me occasionally to ask me how I am appropriately I answer swiftly with a commonly misinterpreted analogy that I am fine living with absolutely nothing disturbing creeping lightly through the galaxy my mind confines deeply while you lay still dreaming of far away demons standing at the end of your bed peering through your crazy stable intentions of having a real life revealing every second you lay screaming inside fighting the attempt to sacrifice feelings and true crazing tingly numbing brainwave sensations crawling through the piles of inventions stored for better recesses you gain from the oppression of the weekend you look forward to when you wake up every morning distorting your attitude to better awaken your memory of every angry melody you’ve come across to distinguish thoughts of lost shortcuts that you knew of when you were young and still had so much to learn from disguising the handgun of your boredom replacing reality with colored road runs in places you’d never imagined you could ever escape from crossing bridges built of completely irregular possibilities only to find that you personally can achieve these in your own world where you choose freedom over old wars forming delusional monstrosities encasing violent tendencies inside the falling trends occasionally creating fallacies cleverly diverting the attention of the society to focus on a true democracy.
Trip and Crawl
