[Mr. J]

Dreams broken by the scent of an angel in disguise
the screams were strangled in the night...
Hi, its your physician with a fetish for corpses
the man manipulated by time in this damned fortress
four horses, the candle had fizzled in a puddle of wax
why me...is all that Ive struggled to grasp
Im humbled by that, or am I twisted in the concept
either stuck in transition or living in a constant
the wisdom is in a lock pick bedridden by a toxin
watch it..magnificent options where limits are harmless
lose a leg, enjoy living armless? hundreds of options!
I dont want to edit, I dont want to use a backspace
how does your hand taste? do the music & the band aid...
in...securing a certain sense of serenity or...something
I need a drink, I need a sandwich, I need a verse AOWLs coming...