Once again at the edge of darkness... On the ledge of sanity I pull out the L and spark shit... Expansion. Get it started. I'm a mothafuckin artist. Take a life and carve it... Finish something that departed from view way back then; With you... way back when laid back zen was just a dream that beamed intense... Ingestin the unclean scenes of the seemingly bottomless trench... Distress was then unseen til I screamed what the fuck I meant... I now confess to being bent... Leanin' off that green n advice they enticingly lent on some alterior motivation... Inferior complications and strife arose from misplaced communication, mistaken for dis-infatuation or disappearance of elation... Sedation was never an option for this hypersensitive soul... Intensity beyond that physical control and passion like smoldering coal... Gave my hand to fasten some hold and the actions that followed were cold... Betrayals new and old left nothing to grasp... Reflecting the past on patch of soft grass... -Oh to deflect the effects of that less than half empty glass! Seeking release with these questions I ask With prayers and respect I continue this fast... As I hope to soon master the impossible task... and find peace without cease meant to last....
