I'm convinced that you're dead.
 

I aint a killer I’m a leviathan. Soaked in filtered cleansed asylum grids
Where it’s shimmering the silence ends. You can’t get it in with this
Filtering the hydrogen through the mist that brings the silence.
Such a napalmy scenery, so just stay calm and, breathe with me
Try picturing a lions den, filled with guilds of brilliant hybrid men
Who instilled a niche, a tigers grip, in their nails they scribble ciphers with
Stay still. An inch? Your irises. Dilated from the tilt the griddle iron shifts
The thrill. The pill, the minuses. You can’t propel, fulfill this dynasty
It’s illness. the type of shit, you couldn’t understand in an instance of deciphering
The way I write, ignites every inch of fiber text.
Ever singe shut the slit cuts that form in your entire wrist?
I’m a safety hazard strangely mastered the art of setting off every single type of fire hydrant in
Reach of atleast a quadrant of my coordinates.
Sensory ninja. Sensing the desperate in each and everyone of you sick fucks
Catching wift of, my meditation techniques is a melodic transplant, that sends you in a state of sedated ex-tremes
Wake up with me solving equations to X(3) while the hypnotic trance lulls you in an emblazoned dead-sleep
Catching waves in the dead-sea. While you’re laying in bed, bleed.
Haven’t had sex in about, since sex had me.
Just joking you losers, this robot computer is smoking cause the syntax’s laggy.
Disrupt you at a molecular level. It’s romantic. This pencils magic
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you panic

Pretty lively with the content, I thought this was nice. Different types of multi patterns than I'm used to seeing from you - almost traditional.

Catching wift of, my meditation techniques is a melodic transplant, that sends you in a state of sedated ex-tremes
Wake up with me solving equations to X(3) while the hypnotic trance lulls you in an emblazoned dead-sleep
^my fav. part.

Keep doing you

"Catching waves in the dead sea. When you're lying in bed, bleed.
Haven't he'd sex in about, since sex had me"

perfectly isotonic

Such a napalmy scenery, so just stay calm and, breathe with me

:-)

Stay still. An inch? Your irises. Dilated from the tilt the griddle iron shifts
The thrill. The pill, the minuses. You can’t propel, fulfill this dynasty
It’s illness. the type of shit, you couldn’t understand in an instance of deciphering

ur pretty smart, lol

Ever singe shut the slit cuts that form in your entire wrist?

No, but that line was cool.


I liked the rest too but I like the lines I quoted more because I quoted them.

Really snazzy stuff. Good job. You know you're good at this thing so why am I are telling you? Are you really that egotistical? Fuck you.

Dope shit from what I read, think I remember you from RF but possibly not. I'm old and get confused about who is who these days. I blame the drugs. Or the monotony most people post. This was fresh though, good to see some of us still around and representing.

DATSHITCRAY