Pale Impressions
A face named Stephen and a glowing light which grows bigger
Dearest lady Capulet I feel the subtle places of my soul
Crying out for hope and reasoning
As I have played all of my aces
But none of them could lift my swollen heart from the confusion manifest upon me
I dreamt of loving souls and warm conversations
So many times that I cried out for the impressions it left
Of compassion for the sins I had committed
The stark and cruel burden of their pensions
Withdrawn
I remember the tarantulas faces and their stings were swift
Smoking and laughing and tossing and turning the nonsense born of my own personal chaos hence forth and passed
The turbulence which shook me to the depths of my core
Born to be auctioned and abandoned
Lowly and woe is it to be poor
But she...
Which shattered my phony actions
Which disintegrated my untrue intentions
Which overtook the commander of arrogance which sought to project
A pale image of me
But I flew with the pigeons who gathered to feast at my feet
But no bread crumbs had I
And my wings were broken and I could not fly
I could not even lift my head
I lay swelling
And nigger, you who ask for my hand in dance
Who beg me to wear a corset and yet at the same time challenge me to dual with you
But with no written map
I laugh
Dearest lady Capulet I feel the subtle places of my soul
Crying out for hope and reasoning
As I have played all of my aces
But none of them could lift my swollen heart from the confusion manifest upon me
I dreamt of loving souls and warm conversations
So many times that I cried out for the impressions it left
Of compassion for the sins I had committed
The stark and cruel burden of their pensions
Withdrawn
I remember the tarantulas faces and their stings were swift
Smoking and laughing and tossing and turning the nonsense born of my own personal chaos hence forth and passed
The turbulence which shook me to the depths of my core
Born to be auctioned and abandoned
Lowly and woe is it to be poor
But she...
Which shattered my phony actions
Which disintegrated my untrue intentions
Which overtook the commander of arrogance which sought to project
A pale image of me
But I flew with the pigeons who gathered to feast at my feet
But no bread crumbs had I
And my wings were broken and I could not fly
I could not even lift my head
I lay swelling
And nigger, you who ask for my hand in dance
Who beg me to wear a corset and yet at the same time challenge me to dual with you
But with no written map
I laugh
