Plasicage

Glass. Grasp a moment shattered. A lock on the door. Scraping demon trapped
Resides starving for freedom. All my strength’s to keep inside
Tear it down. Tear it down. Tear it down. Tear it down. Tear it down
If I could move heaven or hell, I would
(Note: extremely distorted)
To summon heads rush. All perception’s void and meaningless. Anti fathoms life.
In
Spite of it negate all feeling fractured. Mock. Deplore. Naming reverse. Reverse
Viewing. Empathic lesion surrounding the guilt cannot deny
Tear it down. A process to describe. Whatever truth means nothing
When (For an, foreign) adding (addict) no results, time’s a shallow (shovel)
digging
Through the mud thrown out so expectable. Intentions not up front and the shit
that
Never faced reflects the sliver of god’s face and looped a flaw rotates forever
Unresolved
??? sure to die
I’ll think about that