Looking at the wells in my eyes as they are dry for what I have cut from my mind.
Wasted time gathered in rhymes as lines speak of the clarity of a visions sigh.
Done beyond all reason to believe in lies that's drained a cries silence to a aight.
Dead hypes of luv riddles a chime blowing through with life as a purpose of why.
I as the mime has been un-muted by careless hands loosened to well deserved bye bye's.
As bars influence truths spread tightly to a flow never shy to express what binds the dye.
Smeared on a pages fight telling a tale for sights to energise my reply to write.
As stepping to the side to revive with the horizons sky drifting for it's me I like...