Staring into blank
As our memories paint
Cotton canvas
I chose to blur the edge of grace
Thinking straight
Until dreams start shifting out of shape
Pulsating away into the distance
With my sight in rewind
I’ve thrown away those original visions
With and empty abyss of a mind
And when we saw how far from regular we would stray
We realised our instinct cant be tamed
My sights in rewind
In an empty abyss
Reminiscence a glistening enemy
Beauty is in remembering
Caught in this state of mass sanitation its
Making
All noise rot language into white
Needle to the brain
Fill my skull as I start to change
And my structure decays
