"Bite the wasp, retract the sky, inhale, impale me, set me free. Blasphemy, what I see, masticate all my thoughts. I hope you are happy with the cards that you've been dealt. Build on the cloud that bakes your cake and makes you fake. I should have listened in the first place, beat you into submission. Tell me a story about how you are my friend. You fear me. Why don't you step back and see what I see? Everyday something else slips away, no control, crashing down and defeated. Fuck your way, revenge is mine. Perverse, or so you say. Mind linked to creativity. Why do you accuse me of what I breathe? It's been a long, long time, I can't believe what I can see and feel. Depth charge,down, fire." - Cleve |
