Simmering in the evening heat, washing my mind of sickness and grime, a chance to let go of plagues on repeat, victim to the earth and the master of time.
A paradox of emotions that ravage, soul rumbling and thundering asunder, aching through my brain scorned so savage, lost on powerless dreams of discovery and wonder.
I cannot bring myself to achieve any more, trapped in a world bouncing me to and fro, I'm bursting to scream and share and roar, of all hidden behind this rebellious show.
I'm blending into time with every freedom I live, grabbing my demons by the horns, a matador dressed in red I slowly forgive, dancing around a deadly ocean of thorns.
Wallowing in sleep and distraction and drug, weighed down by an anxious heart, trying my best to simply throw off and shrug, burning alight in the background ready to start.