I drain my soul and fill the silence,
alone you get consoled by the violets
I hold tight against my chest.
I'm blunderbuss with the witty prose,
dead on with low notes.
Headspace echos,
wanderlust pulls me through cosmic dust
it's wondrous,
but I barely trust this instinct.
So prideful it's meant to sink.
Doubt keeps me sound,
love keeps me safe.
No time to waste with the ghosts in the attic, focus on progress drown out the static.
I'm so ecstatic when the drums hit,
chasing my magnum opus with every breath till I'm deathless.
Inadequate that's my basilisk, but I won't quit.
Been stabbed by the closest of kin,
my soul almost broke with the last gig. Senseless, sleepless, life was leaning in the abyss.
Thank god they fired, my heart's been hot ever since.
Blindly I follow this passion,
a pious in action.
Noah's conviction in the arc,
my obsession writing in the dark.
Every line a confession, only way to ascension is a downward spiral.
That's backwards law,
it governs all. A spacey ditch,
that's a Nietzsche niche,
basically life is a bitch.
So enjoy the fall.
I love you all. I hate you all, life is a brawl inside a brawl.
Guess that makes death a draw,
so who's the artist huh?
Tell him to lay off the black and blues,
I need some mellow yellows and rough reds an less spider webs.
Longer sunsets, shorter hangovers,
more time to spend with old friends.
I don't think you can trace yourself in his good grace, take a deep breath love your space.