Prime Ordeal

Muddled
Bent frames, the glasses that blind you
Deeming what's real in my mind

As my eyes
Wearing those glasses
Sleep. Looking while awake

I can't stay in the same places
Only influences by outside sources

Like waking up

The lines that have been blurred by some
Have always been surfaced

When is the distinction the matter that matters

Conflicts that drive one to pop their eyes out
Their fingers remember her before those glasses
Black and white, black and white
No one is around but you to say no

(In the room alone remembering who you don't know
Stretching my skin off my body at the seams when I know it isn't real)



Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Frith
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