Sallowed



Now I have some time on my hands, yet I feel paced
Plans on the table, on the walls, on my mind, even at heart
Wear and tear with days without rest must have chased the time
No fear though, just going to pick up where the sickness crept


When one feels like the means of expression means nothing, even nothingness has a use
One must reach out for a cure if such a strain strains coherency
Being able to spite, being able to despite, being able to despair; don`t toxify those things on lives
No regrets though, just got to search beyond the cracks of strange senses


Like said in reception, like told in reflex, or repetitions, smile between the lines
Time and space don`t measure me, reflecting echoes and the crescendo won`t raisin this from me either
Why force myself to take cough syrup instead of lemonade? I`m not unhealthy, I`m not powerless
Sure, no laced legacy, but chasing bonds like that can feel mal to even my skin; no shifts though


I can`t stop the actions of others, but I`ll be bent to hell if your words drive me backwards
I can be my own hyperbole, my own hypocrite, my own humor, my own house
I don`t research the relics of the wane to define weakness in one`s temperament
No end though, not until this gonzo, these words are no longer my own