I'm convinced that you're dead.

[Darth Yoda]

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