diagnosis
 

connected to the source whos thought was that
thinking back to forth peeped em threw the peephole
release the demons on the easel my arts a part of people
certain parts of people find darkness peaceful

im broke cause i spent the pieces of partness clogged the pineal
sentence you to a paragraph of alphabet letters and vegetable soup
gold fish swim backwards when i stir up the truth

still waters calm
eyes on my palm thats pans labyrinth
eatin dead animals from cans in cabinets
unlock your mental plane broke threw your astral vent
even tho netcees bleed threw separate vains im not havin it

did you catch the slang
locked in speckled chains your vessels haunted
awake in dreams to find myself in lesser dimensions cautious
i couldn't escape the themes

daydreams obscene blow out the bass high
treble is doubled up fallen angels space cries
your dull blade couldn't blend my fade lines

im standing next to you do you notice me?
talking to myself but your image mirror reflects
expressions openly opposed to the soul you see


a shock to the core ashes to ashes torchbearer the block could afford
voted most popular by whores ill wife em all titan tactics
ricin capsules have no effect cause im dying backwards
heres your diagnosis i get gnosis during the day and blow boogers
out my noses....


your soldiers die in vain sly opponent sacrificed to amphibious gods
walk on water when its frozen and skip the odds
spiral heiroglyphs shift threw the realm and spray clips at stars
dark matter explained in division that skimps your god


you know where i am i know that you found me i love that you grin
when i post another poetic concoction that absorbs threw tissue
a bounty i hate chocolate chips in my pound cake bittersweet and it sounds strange...

awesome.

Breath of fresh air, thanks

a past tense glimpse of a glimpse of a real futuristic soul
probably