I speak through loose leaf sheets
Cheap quotes and words overwrote
Spoke solemnly soft to mask little horns.
I’m a willing industry puppet who never performs,
But these fallen angel tendencies are preventing me
From bending knees.
Would much prefer spoken word on my long ride down
A sound of sky burnt throat haunts my mind
From the time my wings went erode. And
A road rarely traveled by never finds a meaning
So in turn a pair of lies is only spring cleaning
Of all the chances that these adages try to proclaim.
The best goal in life is trying to seek a better name.
(If you have feedback please tell me, I want to grow as an artist and feedback is helpful)